"You're meeting him tomorrow?" The shadow questioned, once again situated in one of the dark corners of this impressive library, gazing out towards Katarina. "For what purpose?"
"He wishes to spar" she retorted chuckling slightly brushing a hand through her hair.
"You believe him?" The cold voice asked a slight touch of anxiety in its voice.
"Garen? The Might of Demacia, one who I could imagine never tricking an opponent through some sense of broken nobility. Yes. I believe him" her reply still had the faintest trace of amusement, but also a fierce aggression, once again showing disdain for the lack of trust the individual showed.
"I hope this is part of the plan you have yet to reveal, Miss Du Couteau" the shadow replied shifting its position around the library.
"It's an unexpected turn of events that I intend to take advantage of; do you not trust my instincts?" She threw the shadow a wicked tempting smile, lesser men would have probably thrown themselves at her then not caring for the consequences, just for the desire of someone so beautiful.
"I trust your instincts, but we are both aware that your father was the master of plans, Miss Du Couteau" the voice replied cold and stern.
"Then trust that my father's legacy has been passed to me!" She yelled, echoing slightly, bouncing off the walls and the grand bookcases to a great height. Her face was venomous and showed great anger; the smile had disappeared as soon as his words were uttered remaining what some may perceive as a pure hatred.
"Someone approaches!" The shadow quickly spat. "Not a summoner!" Katarina saw the shadow fade deeper into the black corner. She gently walked across to one of the desks grabbing a random book from a bookcase as she quietly paced. She sat at the ornate chair behind the desk and lit the lone candle which resided upon it. The doors to the library were gently pushed open and she heard the sounds of light footsteps behind her. Female. Petite. Young. Not yet fully developed. As she began to work out the individual based on footsteps she realised that it may have been best for her to of just left, but she continued to faux read the book which she snatched.
"I'm surprised your brother lets you out so late" Katarina said to the silence that had engulfed the room, gesturing a hand above her head in recognition of the individual entering the room.
"Hmph!" Was the reply she received and the footsteps continued past her towards one of the closer book cases. She smiled at the fact she had both guessed correctly the individual and their reaction. "For your information, Katarina, my brother has no say over when I conduct my affairs!"
"Little Miss Crownguard, I thought your family was famous for their courteous behaviour, I thought us nobles would refer to each other by family names. Your brother always remembers his noble bearing" she span round upon her seat, seeing Lux's agitated face made her grin even wider. "He always calls me, Miss Du Couteau. Well, except recently when I gave him permission to call me Katarina, considering how close we've become."
"You expect me to take anything you say as worthwhile? I wouldn't even if you weren't a Noxian!" Lux snapped back at her, annoyance clear in her voice. She never tried to hide her emotions from Katarina's experience, and if she ever tried she was generally bad at it.
"You can take it however you wish, Miss Crownguard" Katarina toyed with an idea before deciding the opportunity to be too good to pass up. "He's meeting me at my quarters tomorrow evening."
"Hah!" She barked. "It's petty what you are trying to do, Katarina! I see how you are and how you behave. Do not think for a second I would fall into a trap laid by you so easily! What business would he have with the likes of you anyway?"
Katarina did not give her a reply with words, but instead one of her wicked smirks, suggesting plans of a more adult nature than Lux cared for. Her eyes narrowed and the blade of Noxus saw the Demacian's fingers begin to twitch. They continued to stare at each other for a short while, Katarina's smirk not fading, before Lux stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Katarina let out a deep exhale, she hoped the frustration she caused had stopped Lux from perceiving the individual with whom she spoke with before. She may not be the most perceptive person, but her talent with magic is something Katarina couldn't risk. She removed the light from the candle upon the desk and immediately the shadow took form in the corner closest to her. "Why do you try to enrage her? She could reveal me in a second, her ability to yield light, makes her being here dangerous indeed!" Although anger dominated its voice Katarina also sensed a hint of fear as well.
"I believe that to be... my mistake" she replied smirk fading lightly, until eventually disappearing.
"And I believe you are playing with fire for fun! It's dangerous!"
"I do not care for your beliefs or your input. So shut up!" She snapped, showing her teeth with the annoyance yet to be seen by this individual. "You know why you are around, and you know why I'm stuck here" she began to move closer to the individual. "So do not mistake your position as a necessity on my part. I would be happy to be rid of if you continue to question my motives or make suggestions upon me"
Her wrist flicked and two blades found their mark hitting the shadow. A horrid wincing scream called, again echoing in the library. A small patch of what appeared to be black ink began oozing from the corner. "Do I make myself clear?" she finished now within striking distance of the corner.
"Of course, milady" the voice eventually replied the sound of pain unable to be disguised by the individual.
"Now, get back to what I asked of you originally!" She yelled spinning around, whipping her hair at the shadow, but feeling no connection. She stormed out of the library slamming the doors behind her in a similar fashion to Lux moments before.
The figure hesitated for a while in the corner, and a horrible sucking sound became audible in what he believed to be the empty room.
"I believe we need to have a chat" said a cold voice clad in regality. The shadow shifted in surprise glancing up towards the railing before the stairs that allowed access to the second floor. He spotted him, the distinct. The noble. The tactician that is, Jericho Swain. A foul looking bird stared deathly at the individual perched upon his shoulder. [i]It's not possible. [/i]
Next to him stood a tall individual, height equal to that of Swain's, her outline lead him to believe she was female. A cloak, mainly a very dark purple colour with a few patches of a light blue wrapped around her shoulders its hood covering most of her face. Black robes that seemed to fit tightly in some places, while loose in others, gave him an uneasy feeling, like she was form of messenger for death. He spotted only one weapon, a small blade, sheathed, along a very Demacian looking belt.
She removed her hood, revealing a flawlessly perfect face. Penetrating light blue eyes gazed upon his position and her angular face displayed emotion he couldn't understand. Her pointed ears only accented the beauty that she possessed, despite giving her an otherworldly feel. Whatever she was she was most definitely not human, made clearer by the natural looking light purple and blue hue of hair colour.
The shadow remained silent unsure of how to speak, terrified while at the same time animalistically attracted to the individual. "It seems our friend here wishes to hide" Swain spoke once more, despite wearing a scarf as his usual attire, the shadow was aware he was probably smiling beneath it. "Show him how you hide, Asyria."
An evil smile appeared across her face, it made her more tempting, yet so much more otherworldly. He had easily resisted the beauty of Katarina earlier, but this, his mind could not handle. Her eyes began to turn a deep purple hue, penetrating his hiding position and slowly the shadow began to lose its vision clutching at his eyes. "Will that do?" A voice replied cold, but beautiful. Soft, but demanding.
"I believe that will suffice, Asyria. Now let's see who our little friend here actually is. Would you kindly mind bringing him forth?" Swain replied his voice giving a softness spoken to this individual.
"Step forth, shadowy man, I wish to gaze upon your face" the beautiful voice called. His legs moved forwards on their own accord, his brain screamed for him to stop, but the animal instinct residing in him begged him to move forward and he couldn't stop himself.
"Well, I believe that to be interesting" Swain stated towards the individual. "My curiosity has been sated. You can dispose of him now, like we agreed. Afterwards, show the arrogant Miss Du Couteau what other skills you posses."
"My pleasure. His blood will suit my blade nicely" the last sound he heard after the beautiful grace from the voice was the sound of a dagger being unsheathed. Then, there were no more sounds to her for him.
