#fojopen

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Something in the Wind (Open)

After being sent on a mission, Quinn found herself terribly exhausted. Demacia was working her overtime, worried about Political shifts in the system they worked hard to upkeep. None of it was of Quinn’s care or business, but it was her job to serve. 

It was a rare sight to find her lounging around in the institute, but there she was, grooming Valor with the utmost decency and care. If you listened closely you could hear her purring sweet nothings to Valor as if he was a dog. Things such as “Who’s a pretty bird” and “You’re gonna look so good, today!” Nothing you would ever hear her say to another being. 

She was so absorbed into her care for Valor, that she didn’t hear the person approach her. Something she cursed herself for under her breath, it was her job to have eyes and ears as far as she could.

[twistedcardshark]

Return from Bilgewater (Open RP)

After weeks of hiding out and getting the hell out of dodge, Twisted Fate was finally enjoying a moment of piece and quiet safely away from the bays of Bilgewater.  It was...pleasant in its own way to catch up with Graves, but Twisted Fate couldn’t exactly say he was quite ready to be chummy with him yet.  The card shark was pleased that he could make amends with his old partner, but the bastard was still terribly stubborn.  

Making his way through the streets of the quiet town, Twisted Fate decided to make his way to the shopping district.  He needed some new boots after the disgusting muck that filled them after trying to get the hell away from Gangplank’s goons.  And...he was looking to find a little more coin to fill his pocket too.

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Open)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

[banishingtheshadows]

"Gosh, it's been awfully quiet around here. I wonder if anything is being planned..."

[spinny-spinny-man]

(FOJ open RP) Watching carefully

Pantheon studied the halls of the institute carefully, eyeing the building from under his dragon-horned helm. He quite liked the new armor The Institute had given him, and wore it rather often while on guard. He would stand watch whenever he wasn't sleeping, eating, or competing in The League. Here he saw champions, summoners and spectators alike, all passing through the halls. His services were rarely needed, though he still did all he could for the place he now called home. Here he stood, watching the passerby pass him by, the flame dancing off his new, eternally-lit spear.

[crown-prince-of-demacia-blog]

Nothing was more frustrating to Jarvan than losing battles. So today was one of his worst days recently. He hadn't had a victory in...who knows how long? The tattered looking prince wandered the halls of the institute thinking about the day in a whole. Were summoners just...not sure how he fought? Or was it that they were less favorable to him because he was weak? Jarvan let out a huff and sat down on a bench in the halls. Today sucked. He just hoped that was the last battle of the day. Jarvan was never one to take defeat lightly.

[riven-the-exiled-blog]

FoJ Open- Under the Moonlight

Riven let out a groan of boredom, slamming her fist on the table beside her, before cracking her knuckles. She'd grown tired of sitting around, waiting for the next big thing to bring about excitement. 

Throwing on a pair of shorts that were probably suitable only for sleeping, and a small tank top, she let down her hair, and grabbed her sword. Nothing like late night practice to keep her blood flowing, right? 

Running a hand through her messy hair, she grabbed the blade, and marched down to the courtyard, expecting to find it all but abandoned. Her eyes widened in a pleasant surprise when another figure stood, training under the high moon. A cool breeze ran through her body, sending a relaxed feeling to her core, as she marched down to the stadium.

"Hello. Always nice to see another practicing so late under the stars." She said coolly, trying to sound pleasant. 

[wardenofchains-thresh-blog]

Something Wicked This Way Comes...Back (Open)

Thresh strolled through the Institute, humming slightly to himself as he headed for his destination: the library. As he strolled in, he glanced around the large room and spotted a few other champions. Nasus was strolling the rows of books, making sure everything was in order, as people such as Lux and Viktor were glancing through the various books, obviously looking for something. Thresh finally saw what he was looking for, grabbing a book off a shelf and walking back to a couch. He sat down, pulled out a pair of reading glasses, and began to read quietly. He didn't expect to be bothered by anyone, but his reading session was interrupted by a slight tap on his shoulder. He stopped reading and turned around to face his interrupter.

[sigil-of-silence]

And for my next trick... (FoJ Open)

Today was a happy day on Ionia.The intitute's festival was happening,and everyone was having fun with all the attractions around.Right in the middle of the festival,there were a big stage where,at the moment,Sona was presenting a beautyful melody for the spectators,but behind the coutains,LeBlanc was getting ready for her turn.The institute had invited the champions to make quick presentations to the ones who attended to the celebrations.The deciever was one of the champions who agreed to participate,presenting a magic show.The woman was fixing the last details in her make up,when she heard the audience cheering out there.She knew Sona's turn was over,and now it was her time to go into stage.

Standing up,she grabbed her tophat and her staff and walked outside the dressing room,heading to the entrace of the stage.LeBlanc waited a few minutes while the presenter of the show talked to the crowd,and when he said her name,she placed a beautyful smile on her face and walked in,receaving the applauses."Ladies and gentleman."The deciever spoke when the audience calmed down."I am LeBlanc,the deciever,champion of the League of Legends.Today,in this beautyful day of celebration,I'm goint to present you a magic show that will totally blow your mind.And,on my support,I would like to present you my assistent."She stretched her arms to the side,indicating where they should look at,and there,in a cloud of smoke,her mirror-image appeared and smiled to the crowd.

The two womans whatched as those who watched applauded,mostly mens thinking about the 'possibilites' of what could happen with two LeBlancs.That was quite common,she was already used to it,the deciever had already even used this at her favor,but she still dispised these mans more than everything.Even tough the sight of this kind of person disgusted her,she kept and her clone kept the smile on their faces."Well now,let's get started,shall we?"

[chain-of-corruption]

all they did has pushed me higher (TotF open)

Varus' white eyes scanned over the scenery as he gripped his bow tightly. Everything had gone to shit all of a sudden. And it was all because of Noxus. As usual. And he wasn't about to let them just run around and do whatever they wanted. Noxus had already invaded and destroyed countless villages in Ionia. What was next? A Piltover invasion? Bandle City? Or more destruction of his home. No. He wasn't going to stand for any of this. He was going to fight. Fight and destroy the ones that destroyed him. The white haired archer had chosen to side with Demacia in this war. He was donning their armor and uniform. Anything to get into the fray. At the moment, he was one of the military's greatest archers. Single arrows killing long distance targets. He was a bit of an urban legend to most of the lower Demacian troops. But he wasn't a myth. He was more than real. After all, he was able to hold a temple from an army of Noxians singlehandedly. The archer let out a huff and sat down, still watching for any sort of movement or suspicious activity. Playing watch dog was nothing new to him. And he took it very seriously. After all He was defending a nation now.

[shadowkombat]

Gaps (Open)

Zed sat alone in the training room, holding his head in his hands. He had no memory of how he had gotten here, or even of the last six hours. This was not the first time this had happend to him, he had been having gaps in his memory ever since he had opened the box. However, in the last few months the gaps had gotten longer and become more frequent, often only being weeks apart and lasting for several hours.

[priestess-of-the-moon]

Wandering (Open)

Diana stared silently into the night sky, watching for a shooting star, the movement of the moon, anything to take her mind away from the loss of her lover, Soraka. She had been a recluse for the past month, rarely coming out of her room. Meals were delivered to her in the morning, afternoon, and late evening, and sent back once more. She was broken.

The ring that Taric crafted as a prototype sat on the counter beside her, and the urge to throw it out the window had crossed her mind more than once, but the feeling dissipated upon the round of tears that followed shortly after. 

Spring was around the corner, and the green grass blossomed with life, overthrowing the cold snowy patches and bringing color into the Institute. Such a rebirth would be a time to praise her mother, the Moon, but such prayers never came. Only tears and silence. 

It was late when the Priestess emerged from her hideaway, glancing left and right to the halls, and taking a step out cautiously into the corridor. What she needed was tea- the good, Ionian kind only found at the small shop on the corner. Grabbing her lovely handmade cloak, and wrapping it around her small shoulders, she set out into the night in search of company and hot tea. 

[kumunguhuntress]

Lost in the Wilds (Open RP)

Nidalee had been wandering in the Kumungu Jungle for what felt like an eternity.  She had come across some distant patch of the land that she had yet to encounter, one that even she could sense held a very powerful energy.  In any other instance, she would have turned tail and let it be, but with the strange happenings going on with her old mate and the new Twisted Fate, a little spark of hope lit within the jungle woman's heart.

She had lost all track of time and even space.  She had no idea which direction she was going or what day it was.  Every few days she would come upon a small rabbit to feast upon that managed to sustain her along with her healing magic, but at this rate, the huntress would soon falter.

Trudging along in her cougar form, Nidalee stopped for a moment as her exhaustion overcame her.  Letting out the loudest roar she could muster, the great cat collapsed upon the forest floor and waited in hopes that someone or something would find her.

[darkchild-annie]

Flying. | Open.

Her arms were raised before her head as she pretended to make Tibbers fly while giggling. Bears flying would be a silly sight but she wanted her stuffed bear to have fun while he was stuck in the toy form. She tried to keep herself from getting too bored by finding fun in the things around her which at this point meant her imagination and friend. "Now for the real fun, Tibbers," she whispered to him. The girl burst into a full sprint as she held the bear beside her as if he was flying at her side as she ran. Her hair whipped behind her as her laughter bounced against the walls of the corridor. She didn't care who heard her, she was too entertained to let anyone stop her. Annie let the moment take her while she closed her eyes for a second to actually imagine herself flying as well with her best friend. Unfortunately, by doing so she didn't see the person making their way around the corner and crashed right into them. A small 'oof' escaped her lips as she fell backwards and on to her bum. "Ow," she murmured.

[spinny-spinny-man]

Old Land, New Techniques (FoJ Open)

Every door had one slipped under it. Pantheon had made sure of this, as he proofread his original copy, The Summoners having created a hundred and change of them for the Artisan to hand out to all of his fellow champions: an invitation to join him as he traveled to the Freljord, to seek out trainers from the Winter's Claw, to learn from them. The invitation read that he would take anybody who came with him wherever they wanted to go.

[varus-the-arrow-of-retribution]

OCC FOJ DISRESPECTFUL MODS

I want to inform those of you still following me that I have been treated unfairly in the past two days. For those who do not know what happened I stood up for Jackie when she left, and i was ridiculed and attacked by two of the mods (Jess and Wes.) They told me what i was doing by protecting Jackie's reasons for leaving was wrong and telling them why was the worst thing i could have done.

I talked to Weston and told him why Jackie left, but when i did he was belligerent and disrespectful to what i was saying and to Jackie. I fought with him and stood by her side because she is my friend and always will have a place with me if needed. With no avail, he became more and more angry as i stood up for her.

As for Jess, when she tried to talk to me about it, she threw a fit, she threatened to kick who ever talked about it and then threatened me specifically say i would be kicked if I continued not to listen. All i did was stand up and I was beaten down like I was the bottom of the pack.

Let me move on to what happened today. Jess messaged me and told me that I had one last chance to defend my self and protect my self from being kicked as seen in the message below.

JPi~Chan sent, 8:26 pm "Alex, there have been numerous complaints upon your behalf for many different reasons. From the discipline mod, I have been asked, and suggested, to remove you from FoJ for many reasons, which I will list if you like. However, I am asking you now to defend yourself before I make the final verdict. This is your Varus on the line. (of course, if it does end up that it is deemed for you to leave, you are always welcome to create a public Varus blog.) But first, I would like to hear your testimony of why YOU think you should stay."

after sending this i asked for the reasons why she would do this, and her list gave me an idea of what i needed to fight for and against, half of her list was nothing but crap, the other stuff i had improved on. I fought against what she said in a dire attempt to stay with you and with my beloved friends. Yet to my attempts the Mod you call Jess, did not care what i had to say and yet again disrespected by some one i thought could be trusted to run the group.

In this last message as to my knowledge of role-play she gave no reason to me being kicked. Everything she has said to me at least and to a few others I had fixed and some others reasons where made up, in a front to remove me.

JPi~Chan sent: 10:49pm "Due to extenuating circumstances including breaking several core rules of the Fields of Justice, disrespecting taunting and generaly badmouthing several moderators, failing to improve grammar and spelling even after a promise of improvement was given over six months ago, and suspected extreme pressure towords several members of the group resulting in at least one known case of a member quiting, you are no longer welcome as a member of the Fields of Justice closed roleplay group."

I feel disrespected and thrown to the sides by the very people who said that anyone was welcome, Anyone reading this Should want to leave or at least know more to protect them selves against these two people.