Chapter 1: Talon
Talons first weeks at the Institute of War was rather peaceful, he got to participate in matches, get some pocket gold and kill people over and over. The feeling of dying, and reviving in almost a zombie-like fashion was almost too much, but it was worth to the multitude of times he got too wet his blade with his victim's blood. It also did not help to have a summoner breathing down his neck while he fought, judging his decision-making, and values; however, with no current war, it means he would have a lot more free time now, unable to freely slay demacians and others.
Soon, though, the Institute was cluttered with other champions from Demacia, Ionia, Zaun, Bandle City and other independents. Many of the champions took residence in the Institute, in small two or one bedroom apartments. Although not all of them by their own free will.
Talon was quite impressed with the Institute. From the outside, the Institute looks rather small compared to the large interior, obviously the work of summoners magic. The building had two large rooms that are cut in half, one serving as an auditorium where announcements and showings of matches would be lit up on a screen casted by magic; Other half being a large cafeteria where champions could get below average food served to them according to what meal time it was. Most of the connecting hallways were for the apartments. Some being sectioned off for training rooms, store rooms, smaller viewing rooms and separate bathrooms detached from apartments. Other rooms in those hallways would be miniature libraries focusing on different topics ranging from poisons to Weapon handling. Rarely will these libraries be in a hallway for apartments. Sadly though the only topic, he had been interested in was nudged tightly into the Demacian wing. Assasin work, like blade mechanisms, poison application and ways to hide and disappear.
Although his interest in reading was insignificant in general, it was just another place he tended to drift off to when he wasn't in matches or stuck with Katarina. It might be that he doesn't actually read, as so much drift off in a plush Demacian blue chair. Although he did not hate his time spent with Kat, he found it much more enjoyable to be alone with his own company. Although he does not like to read, he had found a nice book that might have something to help him improve his skills as an assassin.
It was uncomfortable, a Noxian lurking around in the Demacian wing. Although the institute was neutral ground, that did not mean that everyone has to put up with each other. It was more than unpleasant, but he was confident that no demacian could take a real interest in this particular library, seeing as how none of them were actual Assassins.
He had found himself sitting in his normal chair only beginning to crack open his first 'helpful' book when he could hear a loud squawk outside the nearby door. He was annoyed by this. Talon took the time to close his book, stand up, and look out the small window in the door. It was a woman who had a hawk perched on her right forearm. Although she looked happy, her bird frowned looking away from her. "Come on, Valor! We can get some treats later!" she held out her left hand apologetically; She only received another loud squawk from her bird. Talon started tapping his finger, waiting for her and the bird to pass by, so he could start to read his book before he became tired. It was too late because her bird had already grown mad in front of him, in front of the door. Its wings expanded, and his talons pulled up at her right arms, obviously the bird was not pleased to be inside most of the time.
Soon, she was gone and by the time she had left he was tired and headed for his chair. He ended up just laying back with his feet propped up on a side table. He stretched, pulling his hood over and leaning back and drifting off into a rest.