Talon had a purpose to travel to Ionia, previously being hired to take out a hit on the Unforgiven, Yasuo. Though honestly, even he didn't see a point in it. From what he knew, that man was nothing more than a man made problem. Something that the Ionians should deal with, and not him. But nonetheless, the assassin travelled to the Eastern continent to begin his search for this man. After a few weeks, Talon had managed to track down the Wanderer down to their usual trail around the neutral zones that resided in Ionia, finding the man rather quickly through the brush. Yasuo seemed to be partaking in a number of bottles of alcohol, and it made the assassin leer. There wasn't really a point in slicing this man's throat when he wouldn't put up a fight.
With a soft grunt, he dropped down to the grass below, meters away from the Samurai.
"Whiskey is a poor drink choice for a gentleman of no value."
Seeing the Noxian in front of him was no surprise to Yasuo, him being rather used to assassins from all corners of Valoran being sent after him. This would be no different.
"Which is exactly why I leave the Whiskey to you, Noxian. I'll be over here, enjoying my Sake." Yasuo quipped, though his tone was definitely sour. Scowling, he turned away from the assassin, not particularly inclined to stare upon such a creature.
Worthless, is the only word that comes to mind. Despite the Ionian being someone to betray those around them, the Noxian couldn't help himself. This guy was absolutely fucking worthless. There was a bit of a laugh. Drinking away their doom, huh. That's a way to go. "I pity you." Alcohol is disgusting; a distraction. There's so much more that could be happening with him. Instead, he's wasting it away.
"Save your pity for someone who wants it." He snarked back, reaching at the bamboo flask hanging by his side. Uncorking it, the Ronin took a swig, moving to lean against a tree. At the moment, Yasuo was already decently buzzed, so he was in a rather forgiving mood. Normally, he'd be bitching away at this Noxian, trying to start a fight or something. But right now, he just wasn't feeling the need to.
Free passes doesn't explain a shitty attitude like his. Refusing to leave, the Noxian stepped closer to the Ionian individual. "I have a contract that has lead me to you." It wasn't an actual physical contract, but. There is business that needs to be done. Dead eyes watched, staring on. It is depressing to see such a talented individual fall apart by a substance. Bringing up an arm, there was a blade at the end. Smashing it into the tree behind him, he smirked causally. "Why turn to something that'll kill you slowly."
Yasuo was getting bad vibes. Not that he already was, but they grew even stronger as Talon approached. The Ronin didn't flinch when the blade stabbed into the tree, simply gazing over to the assassin's arm once they did so. Looking back at the Noxian, he scowled. "I have a feeling that contract requires you to kill me, doesn't it?" He could be wrong, but that was what it usually was when it came to strangers of all types, speaking of "contracts."
"The only thing I'm turning into right now, is fed up with you. Honestly, I couldn't give less shits than I already do now about your stupid contract. I don't care what you think of my tastes, and I couldn't care less about you."
Heh, he does have the right to be an asshole. It wasn't like Talon isn't going to move away, though. He could swear off to the assassin, and he'd think nothing of it. Shaking his head, after receiving such a ridiculous article of paper, he tore it up. No need to murder someone who's already down on their luck. Talon stared on quietly. "Are you done." He asked impatiently. A free hand went to grab the gentleman's clothing, shifting it away from his lips.
Perhaps, a better look is needed. ".. I see."
The Samurai expected some sort of assault against him when the assassin moved their hand, but when he looked down, all he saw was his collar had been lowered. With a stern gaze, Yasuo raised his head slightly, staring down at Talon. What was this Noxian doing…?
"What?"
No words were spoken. He continued to stare on. That face of his could rival on the Card Master's. A strong poker face. Letting go, there wasn't really a need to be aggressive anymore. At least, towards this asshole, whoever he claims himself to be. "Damaged." Talon quietly speaks. Still, Yasuo should reconsider, and allow the other to slay him quietly. As much as he refused to kill Yas, there was also regret. Fuck.
Talon then shoved the other towards the ground. Removing his blade from the tree, some kind of crimson must be shed.
Damaged.
Then he was shoved toward the ground, but of course Yasuo quickly caught his balance, sliding his feet back to become sturdy again. Glancing over to the assassin, he saw the man take back the blade they had stuck in the tree. The Ronin assumed they would fight, but why would this Noxian even challenge him?
No matter, the Samurai would give Talon what they wanted, and win. Drawing his blade, the wind slowly began to pick up around them. If the assassin was to strike, the battle would begin, and Yasuo would so no mercy.
A fight against a man who clearly uses the elements would be fruitless. Talon knows he would easily lose. It wouldn't take much. One false move, and Talon would be on the ground. Instead , he stood there. Allowing the wind shift around the Ionian man of no value. The atmosphere shifted the assassin's clothing. It was nice, really. But, it'd had to end. This wasn't a time to fuck around.
"Cute. I'm not looking for a battle."
Yasuo's brow furrowed, his blade lowering slightly. If it wasn't a fight the assassin was looking for, what exactly was it, then? It made the Ronin all the more confused, the wind around them blowing softer than it was before. "What is it you want then, Noxian?"
Is he really going to go through with his plan? No, he shouldn't. It wouldn't work well right away. Give it time, perhaps. Enough of it. Talon simply shrugged, laughing under his breath. It's interesting to see an intoxicated man be ready for battle. Then again, he can take advantage of him. That's probably the best idea. "I see you drink. Did you want to get some more? On me."
His eyes narrowed, slowly returning his blade back into it's sheath. Though the Ronin's readiness did not falter, he would be prepared for anything if needed. The assassin's offer was rather… surprising to hear. It was questionable, and Yasuo knew he couldn't trust the Noxian. Not that he would, anyhow.
Nudging his chin to the man, his glare did not leave them. "Why this all of a sudden? Plus, I have plenty on me."
Talon wasn't going to accept no. He was going to egg on the Ionian. A smirk appeared, that hood still hiding the man's gentle features. "I've never had a sip of alcohol before. Perhaps you can show me, should you still be hell-bent." That's a lie, Talon has had alcohol before, but it was a bad, bad experiment. Surprisingly, he's a lightweight. Shrugging, he shifted his body, body language playing off as if Yasuo would actually pass on free drinks.
"Take it or leave it."
"Seriously? Wow." The Ronin scoffed, not sure whether or not he actually wanted to believe the man. A smirk tugged at his lips as he shook his head, his hand returning to unfasten the flask from his side. Looking up, Yasuo tossed the flask over to the assassin. "You take it. It seems I'm offering you more than you're offering me here."
He didn't want to take the flask. It's a stupid article, meant to hold liquids of different tastes and textures. It wasn't meant for the bleak alcohol that Yasuo chooses to engulf his stomach with. Talon opened the article, bringing it close to his nose. One whiff gave off a highly disgusting smell, and taste. Nearly wanting to gag, the assassin placed the cap back on it, throwing it back to the other. "I will not start with pity alcohol. I want something better."
"Aw come on, don't knock it if you don't try it." The Samurai shrugged, leaning down to pick the flask back up. Standing straight once again, Yasuo's expression grew to a shit eating grin as he looked at the assassin. "Sorry you can't tell what the good stuff is. Sake has a refined taste." He chuckled, amused.
"But I suppose, if you pay, we can get some of your preferred western shit since you're so intent on drinking with me."
Western? What the hell? What the hell is he going on about? There's nothing western-esque about Talon. He rolled his eyes, under that purple hood. Whatever this awful individual has in mind, the Noxian is willing to take it. Prices come and go, he's collected some change over his life time. Suppose he'll use that. "Please me." He demanded, taking a step forward. This is probably one of the lowest moments in his life time.
"I.. Have my reasoning."
Please Talon. Ha. That certainly was humorous.
With a light scoff, the Ronin strolled beside the assassin, preferring to walk next to or behind the other man. "Well, whatever reasoning that is, hope you tell me soon." A small huff left Yasuo's nose.
"After you, Noxian. The nearest village is a few miles away up North."