League of Legends champion Talon, the Blade's Shadow, is here to answer your questions by order of Katarina Du Couteau. He may not like it much, but he'll cooperate with you and answer whatever you wish to know about him. Live and die by the blade.: datkass: Upon this, a pair of magical chains appeared around the...
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Kassadin was taking mental notes on what he was being told of the assassin’s past, finding them to be quite interesting and important enough if he were not to abandon such thoughts. They were precious memories, as far as he could tell, that he could use in order to allow him to feel special in their time together. Maybe, there was only a slim possibility of taking these and formulating it into a romantic scene.
His eyes scanned the area, forgetting about Talon until their hands parted from one another. The attention he had to the surroundings quickly turned to the assassin moving the crate out of the way. Though once motioned to follow him into the hole, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.
Even so, he didn’t crouch down to join the assassin into the hole. Instead he chose to open up a portal and take a walk in the rift to the other end, appearing behind his love with a slight smile.
“Hm.. Your life certainly took a drastic change..” He imagined it to be quite odd to have suddenly gone from a shabby looking place to the mansion that he now lived in. It was a wonder as to how he would keep this place in mind, was there something more important about his past that he could never let go?
Talon jumped slightly as Kassadin suddenly appeared next to him, not entirely expecting him to simply riftwalk down such a short distance. After regaining his composure and standing up straight, he looked over at the Void Walker and gave a simple hand motion that told him to follow after him. The sewers were large, and the pathways were rather confusing; the last thing Talon wanted was for Kassadin to get lost trying to follow after him.
Within the large room were many different corridors, Talon immediately taking a turn to the right and stepping into a large, gaping pipe. It was rather disgusting inside the pipe, grime and muck stuck to the riveted metal surface, boots sloshing and tapping in an unappealing manner as he continued onwards down the dark place. Though it was only a short walk until they came upon the end of the pipe, a slight drop at the end that lead into another room of sorts; Talon didn’t hesitate to drop down and grab something off the top of a worn barrel next to the exit of the pipe.
“This is it. Let me get some light going, hold on.” Talon spoke quickly, taking a match out of the small box he grabbed and walking over to a small table that sat beside an old bed. After striking the match and igniting a flame, he lowered it to light a small lantern that instantly filled the room with a soft light. “There. It’s not much of a sight, but this is it. This is the place that I lived for nearly 18 years of my life, and I still live here now; the fancy life simply isn’t… suited for me, I guess.”
Indeed, the hideout wasn’t much, but it was enough for a street rat to call home. Crates and barrels lined the dirty stone walls of the room, storing various stolen goods that were organized neatly from container to container. Unneeded items were simply tossed over the large drop that took the place of the wall on the far right of the room; the same drop where many bodies were disposed of into the murky sewer waters that lay below. As Talon sat down on the worn bed, he glanced over to Kassadin, though his eyes couldn’t be seen due to the way the lantern cast an eerie shadow over his figure.
“It’s an odd feeling… you’re the first person that I’ve had down here with me in nearly ten years. …Well, first person that’s not a corpse, that is.”
