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❄️A small, localised flurry. Nothing grand or reaching but certainly fierce in the block it occupied. She was no stranger to getting snatched from home, but given the first opportunity she would bring an element of home here. With the nuisances frozen the micro blizzard calmed into a gentle but frigid breeze, snow drifting calmly through the air. 

Truth be told; she wasn’t enjoying this place. Several reminders and all of them grim. One she’d so wised to see again returned only without any memory of her. It was almost funny. 

Lissandra paused as she felt the ground shake ever so slightly, and she began to scan around, looking for any heat signatures or varying temperatures. It was as baffling as it was daunting; a figure relatively close, in the open she’d had no idea was there. A large figure. Were it not for generations of practice she might have jumped out of her skin. Her ‘vision’ focused, attempting to glean what details she could of this imposing one. It was irritatingly difficult. 

“Well, at least someone’s come dressed the part.”

“And what a someone. Tell me; are you another captive, or have you wandered into the wrong place.”

Wade wasn’t ever a stranger to robotics, not even the ones that were passively aggressively threatening the populace. That didn’t make them any less curious, though, and they were this close to bothering Ofiuco in the only way that they knew how when they heard their name. 

And said in a manner that, for an appropriate allegory, sent ice shooting through their veins. 

“I DIDN’T HEAR THE NO TOUCHING RULE-” They started, but then suddenly. Lissandra was hugging them. It was awkward for a second but then they returned the hug with much gusto, trying to remember when they met her. Because. She was familiar. But the problem is they’re dumb and old. And have suffered many, many concussions. 

“Oh man. You just sent two of my best suggestions to the gallows. Knife To Meet You? Or is that too long- NO, OH MY GOD, LIS, COLD CUTS. WE CAN BE TEAM COLD CUTS-” 

Seems like the memory thing isn’t too much of an issue after all. 

There was a moments hesitance, and in that moment she’d thought she’d made the same mistake a third time. How sour that would have left her. 

Then they squeezed her back. Then they started running their mouth and then they said her name. The relief was instant and powerful, it would have hurt to much to be forgotten by them too. She squeezed their shoulders slightly then smiled, before a short laugh escaped her.

“Hah! Cold Cuts; I’d say that’s-” But before she could finish there was a small impact beside them, and the dust fell to reveal one of those beacon kit pistols. “-perfect.” She picked up the device and gave it a vague dusting off before spinning it in her hand slightly. “Ah, you don’t like guns do you? Maybe I should hold onto this...”

What a strange girl, reminded her of that clockwork creature of hextech she’d encountered at home. Was this place really any different? Another proxy voice offering a task mixed with threats and pleading. Many had gathered around the ring and it was the perfect opportunity to scan crowds. 

Fruitless. At least for a time. A silhouette like many other but the light their heat cast... An unmistakable sign of their curious affliction. The Iceborn removed her crown and approached without hesitation. 

“Wade Fucking Wilson.”

❄️ Was it any different from the last? She arrived to this one already ruined, but was that any different to those that had arrived in the previous city during that eclipse? Another foreign land where she had been snatched from her true cause, and with it came the memories of her previous stay. They’d made promises to each other, an unshakeable faith things would continue to work even in their real home.

A cruel joke.

Growing increasingly frustrated with her situation the trail the Iceborn had left through the city had grown progressively colder; frost patches becoming ice slicks and settled snow. Lissandra sat now on the edge of what she assumed to be the great pit in the city, luminescent fingers slowly twisted the sapphire set platinum band on her ring finger as her crown sat by her side. 

So consumed with herself that she didn’t even notice the heat signature of the figure until it was close. A what a signature it was. Large, powerful and unforgettable. 

“Darius.” She made no effort to stand, turn or even move. Mentally she made a not of the nearest patches of ice she could blink to if necessary.

❄️Nothing but useless garbage, if there wasn’t nothing else to do she’d chastise herself for wasting all this time in these ruins. She’d hoped what appeared to have once been a medical facility, clinic or surgery might have had something worthwhile, but all it had served was eating up more time. 

Lissandra exited, the building bearing the obvious signs of her presence even on the exterior; large patches of creeping ice and glittering dust on the wind. Well, at least leaving the ‘house’ had given her some time off from regulating her temperatures.

She saw the humanoid shape of heat almost immediately and focused to better make them out. Human and male by appearances, past middle aged. More focus, someone she recognised; perhaps not the most instantly imposing but an unforgettable figure nonetheless. 

“... Grand General, is that you? So you too made it here in one piece.”

❄️Lissandra had lived with her version of sight for so long she struggled to remember what seeing was actually like. It had it’s drawbacks, but overall she thought it was quite advantageous; she could change her focus to see heat signatures over a wide area, or narrow it down to pay utmost attention to subtle changes and variations. Right now she held a tight scope, searching through the ruins for anything of interest. 

Which meant she almost hadn’t seen them approaching. A vague blob at first, which steadily become more humanoid as she shifted her attention. More details come into focus; their size, shape, build. Vague suggestions of attire, the shape of their-

Her breath caught in her throat. She was so close. Wardancer...

“Riven. You’re...” She half caught herself, half trailed off. Were it not for centuries of practice she might not have been able to compose herself at all.

⇕ = holding their hand .✂ = threatening them .▄ = telling them a joke . 

 “Well if it isn’t the aberrant from that city. Did they drag you along by choice or are you just that hard to get rid of?” Lissandra leaned closer, a glowing blue hand holding his tightly as heat rapidly drained from their surroundings. “No, I don’t ‘want to make a snowman’ and I certainly won’t be conjuring you any ice cream with that kind of attitude.”

“Oh really now, there’s no need to act so-” 

But the sentence -and her train of thought- were silenced as the Iceborn was swept off her feet and the ground remarkably quickly. A maelstrom of thoughts and emotion in that split second; lowered guard, anger, fear, retaliation.

She found her hand on his shoulder, the eerie ghost light emanating intensified in this brief moment, a sheen of frost already formed where it made contact. 

“…Darius.” Her mind worked fast, but clearly not fast enough in this instance. Was he about to attack her? Should she have struck back instantly? The fact the entire area wasn’t flash frozen proved she’d become lax in some regard. She was about to continue, to ask -no, to demand she be put back down when she heard a faint crack, then a great shift of stone and earth only steps away.

Her heat sensitive ‘vision’ readjusted, focusing in as best as she could on the uniform environment. “…Ah.” 

A great portion of the ruin just before them had collapsed and plummeted further in the broken ground far below. Without a word he turned and set her back down on solid ground. She cleared her throat slightly and tried to salvage the situation as best as she could with a smile. Reaching up with the same hand and making something of a show of brushing the encrusted ice off his shoulder. 

“Well well, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Actually, probably best not to provoke him where he could just push her straight off the drop “Thank you, I won’t forget that. Glad to see you put some faith into this partnership.”

- likes the white haired ones

- Effects ambient temperature depending on her mood. Though both misery and joy have the same effect; that of an extreme cold. Both this and the natural chill she generates can make it hard to tell which of either she’s actually experiencing though. 

-Gets by remarkably well without people realising she can’t actually read traditionally due to her blindness. She has made use of certain modified inks in the past that can help her get around her problem of not being able to make out surface details.

-Screens though, she never has any hope of being able to read/see what they display and this bothers her considerably more than she ever lets on. At least her phone responds to voice commands. Having it auto-read out every mass text that gets sent isn’t always convenient though.

-Through her shapeshifting magics Lissandra has visited most of Valoran in her unnaturally long life. Most of these trips have been under the intent of suberterfuge and information gathering, but a fair few have been purely vacations. Piltover is always a fascinating place for her to visit for both reasons, and a good standard to measure the rate at which the world is advancing.