The halls were silent as the clicking of heels grew louder on the stone flooring, walking at a quick pace towards an unlabeled room just a little ways down the hall was a flight of stairs that were covered with a bright colored red carpet that led to the second floor.
Standing outside of the unlabeled room with her father's blade in hand was Lady Katarina Du Couteau, her face emotionless as her eyes lit up with a look that clearly shown that she was intending to kill. Wiggling the knob of the door some before she slid her blade between the door frame and door knob, a loud 'click' let Katarina know that she had unlocked the door.
Quickly slipping inside of the pitch black room while quietly closing the door behind her, she held her father's blade close towards her chest as she took the other one out of its sheath. Feeling around for a switch to the lights as she rubbed her hand across the wall, finding nothing of the sort she sighed as she sheath one of the daggers while she pulled out a match from her back pocket.
Lighting the match as she looked around the faintly dim room, seeing that there was a half melted candle on a nightstand she walked over and lit the candle. "Geez, he doesn't clean his room much..." Katarina quietly spoke out loud as she kicked around an empty bowl as the candle lit the room up she saw a wild collection of blades with different forms.
Her eyes lit up as she saw one blade that had the marks of a dragon on them, it was a forearm blade that hid under its sheath and your sleeve. Katarina took her eyes off the blade as she remembered the reason she was in his smelly messy room. She began to dig through some of the papers that were in his nightstand with haste, she didn't know when he was going to return from his mission, and she didn't want to be here when he did.
After a few long seconds of searching Katarina ran across a file with Swain's seal on it, curious to find out what it was. She opened it as she scanned for key words in each page while running her fingers across a few lines within the third page, she felt rage and fury rise up in her, how could Swain send 'Him' to do this mission and not her. She had always wanted to enter Demacia and cut up a few high commanders, maybe even find the troublesome Vanguard Garen and have her rematch.
Flipping the page as she continued to read more of the details about the mission, a throwing dagger caught the file by the edge as it flew into the wall on the left side of Katarina. Quickly jumping to her feet as she unlatched one of her throwing knives and sent it flying in the direction where the first knife had come from.
Chuckling could be heard from the dimmer part of the room, feeling the presences of another assassin in the room her eyes dawned with realization who it was, Talon; the Blade's Shadow. He walked out into the candle light as he held the throwing knife Katarina had thrown at him; his brown eyes were cold and dark as ever almost a black even with the candle light.
He looked at her for a moment and then to the file he caught with his knife, a slight frown could be seen on his face as he walked over and ripped it off the wall. Katarina watched him like a hawk as he walked around the room and towards his nightstand, seeing that she lightly scanned it, he put the file back into the nightstand and returned his gaze towards her.
She stood in her spot with a firm stance, she wasn't going anywhere without getting some kind of information from Talon. A few moments of silence fell between the two as Talon stared at her, he didn't seem to be bothered by her presence even if she was standing in his room.
Talon was the first one to break the horrible silence, his deep annoyed sigh made Katarina want to slice his throat open. "What do you want Kat?" His voice was deep and held a hint of exhaustion as he moved towards his bed and plumped down onto it. Katarina stared at him as she moved one of her hands to her hip and another to her mouth, making a rather odd but mocking pose.
"Oh I don't know Talon... Maybe I want to know about your mission, or how come Swain sent you and not me!" She spoke firmly as she let her fury lead the last part of her words, after answering him she resumed to her firm stance while looking at him quite angrily.
Talon grinned as he noticed that Katarina was jealous about the mission but the grin went away as quickly as it came, he sat up from his bed as he motioned Katarina to come over. At first she refused to go anywhere near him, but then after a few seconds of standing there, she walked over and sat onto the edge of the bed. Talon took his hood off as his shaggy long brown hair could be seen; it had looked like a rat's nest that was made with twigs and horse crap.
Katarina leaned over Talon as she reached her hand out and grabbed his hair brush from off the nightstand; she glared at him as she held the brush up and waited for him to turn around. Talon looked at her as he returned the glare back at her, "If you think I will let you brush my hair, you are dead wrong." His voice spoke out from the silence as the two of them stared at each other.
Katarina frowned slightly as she poked at his head with the tip of the brush, Talon moved away from it and other times he would attempt to seize hold of the brush from her. "Talon, I will not sit here and take you seriously with the way your hair looks. Now let me brush it!" Katarina lunged at Talon with the brush in hand as she aimed for his head.
Talon easily missed her as he pushed her off the bed; little did he know that Katarina had a hold of his arm as her full weight sent him onto the floor as well. After what seemed like forever while the two of them struggled to seize power over the other, Katarina rose up and held Talon down as she sat onto the bed with him facing the wall before her. She seemed quite happy to brush his hair, although it was different for Talon. He hadn't brushed it in weeks since his mission in Demacia; it had many snares and tugs as she ran the brush through his head.
"Now we can talk." Katarina spoke softly as she continued to brush his hair, pausing for a moment to continue speaking. "Did you find anything out while you was gone, maybe a clue to where my father went?" There was silence for a few moments while Talon debated on answering her question. Katarina took her hands and combed his hair back and away from his face, Talon stood up as he turned around to face her. His emotionless face told her nothing about what he found out or even if he found anything out at all.
Frowning slightly as she crossed her legs and sat on the edge of the bed. Talon walked towards his dresser as he pulled out a clean white t-shirt, not thinking twice on the fact that Katarina was watching him, he quickly stripped himself of his cloak and dirty blue shirt. Katarina noticed the act as she quietly waited for him to finish, she wasn't leaving until he told her anything about his mission.
Talon pulled the white t-shirt over his torso before turning around and looking at Katarina, seeing that she didn't seemed bothered about him changing in front of her, he pulled his hair back into a low pony tail. "Alright so you want to know what I found out about your father." Talon's voice spoke out to Katarina.
Katarina nodding quickly towards Talon as if he just offered her a lot of candy, his chocolate brown eyes looked into her emerald ones as he sighed softly. "I found absolutely nothing." His voice was like needles to Katarina, he had been gone for weeks on end just to find nothing out. Talon watched as Katarina's face showed hints of sorrow, he wanted to comfort her, but that was something he had never done to anyone. "But I do have a plan on finding something out. But you'll have to do most of the work." Talon eyed Katarina as she looked back up to him with a spark of hope.
Katarina stood up off of the bed as she kept her eyes on him, "What do you have in mind?" she crossed her arms against her chest as she mocked him a little. Talon ignored the taunt as he sat back down onto his bed and pulled out a folded envelope.
Talon opened the envelope as he watched Katarina's expression change from excitement to a serious daze; she looked up towards Talon and then back down to the piece of paper. Picking it up as she began to read it, still having problems wrapping her mind around what Talon had in mind. All of it seemed almost impossible but it sounded so well put together, which made her think that he had this plan in mind for a while, lifting one of her eye-brows as she removed her attention from the paper to Talon.
"You've been thinking about this for a while now huh? But I have to say, it sounds like it could work." Putting the piece of paper down as she crossed her arms again. Talon smiled faintly as he put the letter back into the black envelope. After closing the envelope he opened his nightstand and stashed it in there along with other pieces of lost information.
"If we are lucky you might be able to pull it off, although I recommend you start acting like a lady more..." Talon let a wicked smile creep across his face, seeing that Katarina frowned towards him after he had said that. Sighing some-what helplessly she stared at him for a few moments. "You really think it'll work? I mean. I'm not a charmer like Cassiopeia is, but I'm sure there is something to like about me. If this will help me find my father I will try it. If it doesn't then I will have your head." Katarina walked towards the door as she placed her hand on the knob.
Katarina looked back towards Talon as she turned back around and opened the door, "Goodnight Talon, I'll see you for tomorrow's practice." Talon watched as she began to walk out of his room, letting a long sigh escape his lips as he laid his head down onto his pillow, it didn't take him long to fall into the darkness of sleep.