A shrill ringing echoed through one of Piltover's most established homes, prompting a few footsteps and a man gruffly clearing his throat. "Hello, Angevin speaking, who might this be?" the man spoke into the reciever, his white moustache tickling the end of the telephone as he spoke.
"Hello? It's Caitlyn. I wondered if I might be able to speak with you about something. It's a somewhat speculative...subject." Angevin knitted his fluffy white eyebrows together. "Hm? My dear I do believe a visit might be in order, this sounds like it might not be a telephone-worthy conversation." Caitlyn nodded silently, biting the end of her index finger. "Indeed, I shall be there in half an hour. Thank you Sir." Was she doing the right thing asking Angevin? Maybe she should have just gone for it...He would be old fashioned about it.. but after all, he did teach her everything.
Approaching the beautiful piltovian home Caitlyn thought back to the first time she entered this house, a strange day that she certainly didn't anticipate. I don't suppose Angevin will anticipate this one. She knocked on the door firmly. Rushed footsteps followed and promptly opened the heavy wooden door. "Miss Caitlyn!" This must be Angevin's new house keeper. She smiled and stepped back against the door to let her through. "He's expecting you, you'll find him in the study Ma'am."
Caitlyn stepped down the hallway, the house smelt of brass polish and the floorboards creaked under her boots as she reached the study door. She lifted a fist to knock on the dark wood.
"Come in." Angevin was sat at his desk with his glasses at the end of his nose, silver fluffy eyebrows furrowed as he stared down at a newspaper puzzle. "Ah Caitlyn, delightful to see you. You'll have to excuse my distraction I was in deep thought. Mustn't let my mind turn to mush now!"
"I would expect no less." She said smiling fondly. "Shall we take tea to the garden?"
Angevin lead the way to the hallway and through to the big frosted doors. The breeze breathed its way into grand hallway as the doors flew open, the air smelt fresh and natural, a pleasantly surprising contrast to the pungent city fumes. Caitlyn closed her eyes and let the smell steal her back to her childhood for a second. Angevin looked to her and chuckled, starting to walk down the stone steps.
They sat on the small table on the patio on intricate iron chairs, welcoming the sound of footsteps and a teatray - complete with a rather large pot of tea.
"Thank you Amaly." The housemaid smiled and nodded, leaving them to talk. The girl walked away, the frills of her dress fluttering behind.
"How are you Caitlyn? I hear these last couple of weeks have been quiet for Piltover."
"Somewhat quiet. The odd altercation.. so to speak." Caitlyn whispered the last part and gently crossed her ankles under the seat.
"Aha. Nothing you can't handle my dear." Angevin said confidently pouring out a cup for the both of them.
"Well -thank you- actually I've been meaning to ask, at what point did you trust that I was .. right for the force." He looked at her speculatively for a few seconds, the focus of his eyebrows nudging his glasses slightly downwards.
"Why you were young, focused, determined and nothing ever bloody distracts if I'm to be so blatent. Nothing has changed over time, and if anything you're probably too focused.. you do need to let yourself have a life outside of work you know." Has he been speaking to my mother...
"Surely there must have been some risk to it? Just hiring someone you don't really know, with no training or real experience.." She said.
"Caitlyn please you were doing better than most of the men calling themselves wardens at the time. Riley worked closely with you on that first case and he knew you were working with the same motives as us. I taught you everything and you wouldn't be here without that now would you? Now stop beating about the bush, who is it you want to take on?" Angevin said, he took a long sip of tea in the following pause. Her mouth parted slightly as she thought carefully. Of course he knew what I was thinking, he's the one who taught me to notice everything.
After a small sip she cleared her throat and smoothly began to speak. "She'd be at my side at all times, always in my sights. We wouldn't technically be employing her as such. Not yet anyway.."
"Caitlyn."
"Vi." She stared at the teacup biting her lip, waiting for a quick sharp response.
"Vi? That girl, with the giant fists and unruly hair."
"Yes."
"The same girl that gave the Delaney brothers memory loss in a pub brawl."
"..Yes"
"The girl that drunkenly tripped and took down an entire Zaunite pub."
"I didn't know about that part actually.."
"Hmm.." he said twirling the end of his white moustache. "Didn't she disappear?"
"I've had recent sightings, but in Piltover this time."
"Well." He said, lighting up his pipe. "I think it could work. She's an outlandish character, but I trust under your control she could have potential. Six weeks probationary period I'd suggest, if she gets in any way out of line, the council will be on her quicker than she can say ' I tripped'. " Caitlyn nodded deep in thought.
"It would be a waste to send her down like the rest of them, as far as I've seen she is a criminal, but there's just something different in her." Angevin watched her with warm eyes, he'd watched her grow into his old role, possibly more comfortably than he did in his time. If there was any good in someone Caitlyn would see it. She wouldn't let someone go to prison for lending a heavyhanded-hand. Well not without a little push in the right direction beforehand.
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