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[color=a187be][b]Name:[/b][/color][i] Katarina[/i]
[color=a187be][b]Affiliation:[/b][/color][i] Noxus[/i]
[color=a187be][b]Location:[/b][/color][i] Katarina's home >> Entrance to the ballroom[/i]
[color=8882be][b]Tagging:[/b][/color][i] [@Mirrodin][/i]
[color=a187be][b]Mentioned:[/b][/color][i] [@Holy Soldier][/i]
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Katarina looked over her [url=https://cdn1.ykso.co/icandyintimates/product/black-split-cut-out-lace-back-long-maxi-dress-2/images/c6d4ecb/1427047966/feature.jpg]dress[/url] in the mirror one more time. The smooth, black fabric clung to every inch of her body but that wasn't her concern. She was worried the high slit would reveal the daggers she had strapped to her thigh. When she stood still, she was fine. It was any sort of movement that gave her away. Damn it. She was going to have to go in naked. Well, obviously not [i]naked[/i], but weaponless. It frustrated her. High ranking Demacian officers would be there tonight. Maybe even Jarvan himself. [i]Wouldn't that be lovely[/i], she thought to herself. A chance to pay Demacia back for the brand on her face. She knew, though, that even if he was there, her chances of taking him out were slim to none. The ball was a peaceful but highly regulated event. Besides, Talon was too level-headed to let her try anything tonight. He had reminded her many times, before they were getting ready, that tonight was not their night. 

She tore the weaponed garter off her leg and tossed it to the floor. The steel of the daggers pinged against the marble floor, a sound that echoed too loudly in her ears. She had exceptional hand to hand combat skills and had yet to find a rival. That, however, didn't calm her nerves. Her daggers were her safety net. They had never failed her. Well, except the one time. But that was in the past and that man was dead. Jarvans's face flashed across her mind again. Someday he would pay for all he'd done to her family and Noxus. She balled her fists at her side. [i]Not tonight. Not tonight.[/i]

[color=8882be]"Talon!"[/color] she shouted. She opened the set of wooden doors and walked with a gallant purpose toward the room Talon was changing in. She pounded on the door. [color=8882be]"Talon? Are you finished?"[/color] She shouted again, impatient and frustrated that he hadn't immediately responded to her beckoning. It was just like him, though. He would refuse to respond to her often, attempting to teach her patience. All it usually did was end with the two in a teasing altercation and a laugh. It was odd how Talon had always been able to get her to laugh, no matter the situation. Even the night her father had disappeared, Talon had made her feel better. She knew that he had been hurting just as much as she had but he had given her a shoulder to lean on when she needed it most. 

The tension in her body waned as she remembered how he had been her fortress that night. Her voice softened somewhat. [color=8882be]"Talon - I'm ready to go. Obviously you're not, so I'm just going to go ahead. I promise I won't do anything stupid. Just catch up when you can."[/color] She still didn't hear a reply. [i]Oh well,[/i] she thought, [i]he'll find me eventually.[/i]

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Arriving at the ballroom, Katarina stood a short moment in the doorway. The room was spectacular. Noxus had some beautiful venues but nothing compared to this. The fabrics were heavy and rich in color. The music was ethereal and intoxicating. Her eyes surveyed the room. They brushed quickly over the staff. None appeared to be out of place. Her eyes, however, locked on pair of men in a corner. Her stomach immediately flipped. Not only was Garen here, but Jarvan himself stood in this ballroom. The two chuckled over small talk. They drank casually but both were trained to look relaxed, no matter how on guard they were. Her hand immediately went to her daggers - daggers that remained on the floor of her bathroom. [i]Damn it!,[/i] she shouted to herself. A passing server held a tray of champagne that Katarina took two of and immediately downed without a breath. Tonight was going to be a long night.