Conquering the League • League of Legends RP • O/A

[Milotico]

Kσg'Mαω ☣ Tнε Mσuτн σғ τнε Abyss
Want Meat ↘ No Rest ↗ More So Empty ↘ Smell Soft Flesh

xxxIt was a delight for the Void born to receive another box from Shaco, though once more he gave it a sniff. Was it another surprise or something far tastier? It proved to be the latter as he found sweet treats inside. He clapped his tiny arms together and gave a happy gurgle at the gift, before gently grabbing the box between his maw. He tilted his head up and let the candies fall from the box into his endless gullet, not stopping to chew along the way. When the box itself was empty, Kog'Maw crunched it between his jaws and ate that too for good measure. Not quite as sweet as candy perhaps, but the box had its own flavor and no flavor was bad to Kog.

He tilted his head at the other three champions as they began to discuss. Conquerors? Many others had been saying the name before, and usually with the same muttered horror as they did with his Void kin. Many seemed wary, but to Kog'Maw he wasn't sure. There were more pressing questions about them rather than what they did. More specifically along the lines of "What do they taste like?" Yes, that was far more delectable discussion.

"Around?" The creature twirled in a circle, looking to and fro in the room. He couldn't see anyone but the Shaco, Graves, and Jinx. A disappointed whine left him at this realization, and it seemed as though his own question would be left unanswered. For now at least. There wasn't time to be down for long for Jinx offered a new source of entertainment. Usin one of her weapons she shot at the ceiling, causing all sorts of things to fall from the sky. He laughed and proceeded to chase them, though rather than catch them Kog practiced his own shooting. Precise blobs of acid were launched at the falling objects, dissolving them to nothing as they fell from the sky. He giggled as he did this, until alas there was nothing left to fall. Tired as well from the running the little beast returned to the three. Blowing stuff up? Not quite as fun as eating, but the female had her own hunger to feed.

[md1atlas22]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx↳GRAVES ■ The Outlaw of the League ■ ■

✗ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ❞ Let's settle the score ❞ ▆▆▆▆ ✗

【❝ They picked the wrong fight. ❞】
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xxxxcurrently at the Insitution┊＆ finishing up his conversation

The words that exited Shaco's mouth resonated with Graves. He said it quietly, but with enough emphasis that Graves could hear the answer Shaco had generously given him. Graves stiffened as Shaco's eyes formed a wink towards him. He was not disturbed by Shaco's wink, but by the mystery around his answer. Shaco had just now revealed to him that there were indeed Conquerors around, but to what specification did he mean..? He squinted his eyes towards Shaco, who was tilting his head in a strange manner. "I like games, but this ain't the occasion for that, Jester." he said. He relaxed his eyes. He meant to say it with slight frustration, but Graves didn't want to appear like he was losing his composure. He kept his cool, knowing that this puzzle wouldn't be solved so soon.

Shaco was a tricky one, and Graves knew this all too well. Shaco may have given him interesting information, but it couldn't be trusted, yet. Until he figured out that the source of the information was trust-worthy, and what the clue actually meant, he figured he'd ponder over it for the time being. Shaco made him realize that it was real. The situation was all too real, and Graves needn't spend time opening up to others at a time like this. He didn't have better things to do--and he knew they didn't either--but that didn't stop him from deciding to take a leave from the conversation. He casually stashed his stuff, and took hold of his gun.

He gave Shaco a respectful nod. Then, he glanced to Kog'maw and Jinx who were conversing. "Cya, you two," he said. He turned his head forward and began his walk. He made his way away from the three, wearing a tough expression. It was a disappointing moment for Graves, leaving the situation prudent and alone. His footsteps seemed louder to him, as he focused on their consistent noise and the bustling thoughts in his head. There was a lot of things to worry about now, and Graves knew the one way to solve his problems, even if it was only temporarily. Nothin' sounds better right now than a couple o' drinks from a Bilgewater tavern, he thought.

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[Lenore Kingsley]

K A T A R I N A D U C O U T E A U


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• T H E SINISTER B L A D E •
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You better hurry
'cause I can't stand waiting
You better hurry
'cause I'm ready to go
Hit the gas and don't look back now

Deft footfalls were left unnoticed as a single figure strode through the landscape leading up to the Institute. With a certain pace, Katarina Du Couteau made her way towards the large obstruction before her, entering the gates as she always had. Of course, something was unsettling, and that wasn't just for her. Everyone was in a state of unrest after these so called Conquerors staked their claim on Runeterra. This little stint of theirs would create turmoil and likely disappear in a few months. Still, Katarina never dealt in absolutes. She could not merely assume things would resolve themselves over the course of time. No, it would not be quite as simple. Intervention would be required, but honestly, it would come at a heft price some might have a hard time stomaching. Liberate the Institute of these intruders, only to find out your own sibling, ally, or old friend was among the guilty charged with attempted murder on their fellow denizens of the League? That would be difficult for any to bear, and it would break the hearts of many. Fortunately, Katarina did not allow such things to affect her. Being an assassin meant expecting any individual as a target. She learned such a lesson from her father, of all people. Marcus Du Couteau was an intelligent, ferocious leader for their family, and the greatest gift he ever gave back would be his daughter, Katarina. She'd see to that by her own course of action in his absence.

While the Conquerors were a curious thing, Katarina knew better than to snuff them out immediately and on her own. Ideally, this wouldn't have ever happened. She'd be off exploring the far reaches of Runeterra on the hunt for her father with Talon. Yet, here they were, in a sort of lockdown status due to this alienated group. If she hoped to accomplish anything, it would have to wait until this renegade cluster of morons was dissolved. First step towards that was to distinguish just who you could trust. Of course, as an assassin, that notion was a complete joke. Even as she wandered up the steps of the grand entrance, Katarina noted the faceless individuals she passed. None of them mattered to her, so to seek out an ally in them was a bit counterproductive. Still, it was the most sensible thing to do. If there was one individual she could put stock in--despite their bloodied history--it was Garen Crownguard. They may have bad blood between them, but there was a certain level of respect held by them. The Might of Demacia was someone she knew. Such an act of aggression by this inside group of champions likely had him revved up and ready to begin the search, but at the moment, he was no where in sight. Well, there goes her one good lead. Then again, perhaps it was just as well. The two might have begun a spat over the ordeal and forgotten what they were doing. The woman sighed, her leather-bound body heaving as she slumped a bit in defeat. This was no time to give in to defeat, not when she's just began.

That's when a rather ostentatious sound perked her interest off in the nearby distance.

From the opening of the area, Katarina glanced sideways to note the small group of champions. They were all recognizable--every single champion of the League was distinguishable for one reason or another--and had congregated together. The jester, gun-toting girl, the voidling pup, and...Graves. That was another individual that piqued her mind. They had a rough encounter recently during a match. Katarina cringed in remembrance of the battle, mainly due to her fatal fall towards the ground which resulted in Graves catching her off guard. There was no grudges to be had from that, albeit Katarina's remorse of her inability to counter such a situation. That said, she knew one thing that was certain of Graves. He was not one to be dealing with betrayal in any way. It was not in his morale code. That was something Katarina had respect for, but she had to approach the situation delicately.

Who's to say the jester was not guilty? Or the void creature?

With so many variable in the air, Katarina would approach the lion's den with confidence. Even if any of these individuals were aiming to pick off the other champions, Katarina would be expectant and ready for a fight. They would have quite a lot on their hands, should they decide to turn on her. By the time she had decided to approach the group, Graves had already defected. Well, there goes her nonchalant introduction. Graves was still an individual she intended to interrogate all the same. Instead of going to the group, the Noxian turned on her heels and went off in the other direction, towards Graves. With her dusty pink lips curling, the woman swiftly moved via shun-po to be directly behind the Outlaw. "Days like these can be such a drab, wouldn't you agree?"Katarina called out as she stood tall, her arms folding across her chest. A dark, thin brow arched upward. Now that she had introduced her presence, it was time to be out with it. Graves was a straightforward man, and she would treat him with that same respect in mind. "If you're skulking around here, then I can take a wild guess that you've nothing on your agenda." Katarina paused for a moment to consider her invitation before continuing. "There's a tavern that has our names on two of their finest mugs somewhere, if you've the time. Pick a place, anywhere. I don't mind any distance. That, or perhaps you're nervous I'll drink you under the table?" Her arms fell to the side of her hips as she quietly laughed. The taunt was an added effect to hook Graves in. Another thing that Katarina knew about the man was that he would not deny a challenge, especially one that involved drinking. Of course, they had no true relationship, good or bad. Her sudden appearance could be taken a couple of ways, but if her hunch was correct, he'd take her up on the invitation. Given that there was only more to gain than there was to lose, there was no reason Graves would deny the venture aside from fear of Katarina being a Conqueror, which she wasn't. That, and moreover, Graves wouldn't openly state he feared anyone, let alone a woman.

You wanna dance with the devil?
You wanna burn down the sun?
I think you might be trouble
Let's run

[md1atlas22]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx↳GRAVES ■ The Outlaw of the League ■ ■

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【❝ They picked the wrong fight. ❞】
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xxxxcurrently at Institution┊＆ conversing with Katarina

Red.

The color always sparked fierceness in the image of the champions of the League. The sight of it almost seemed to brighten up the dull atmosphere of the room. The shades of red swayed slightly,
as they belonged to the hair of a familiar face. A face belonging to one confident enough to catch his attention. The face belonged to none-other than Katarina. He had seen her walk into the commons moments before he decided to go out on his own. Graves didn't mind her any attention besides that, but she captured it when she decided to call out to him. It seemed as if she had something important to mention. Graves didn't associate with Noxians too often, which is what led to his previous inference. What could she want at the moment? he thought. Graves knew when to exercise his caution, and in consideration of current events, that would be now. Still, he listened. His curiosity got the better of him.

She greeted him with a casual statement that sparked relation between them. Graves was bored. She was bored. Graves had a clear schedule. Katarina had a free schedule. It was the perfect intro to an invitation, and Graves knew what was coming. She cut to the chase--a little reluctantly--which was something Graves could admire. Straightforward was something Graves could use a lot more of as of late. The invitation, although expected, was quite unexpected, as well. Katarina gave him a tempting offer to drinks at a tavern, which was already on Graves' train of thought. Boy, she is good. He grinned, completely impressed. Her charisma might be the best bait Graves has experienced in a while, but he took it, shamelessly. "It's like you read my mind! I reckon I do have time for a couple o' drinks. I haven't gotten the chance to get to know a Noxian like yourself, but there's a first for everythin'," he paused while putting on a poised demeanor, "ain't there Katarina?"

The gal was a feisty one, that was for sure. In a sense, she was a beast waiting to be tamed. Graves just needed to know why she was preying in the first place. He'd worry about taming her later, when he figured out if she was a real threat or not. That applied for everyone in the league. Graves put on a smug face, then continued speaking to her. "I think a tough gal like you can handle a Bilgewater tavern for one night, am I right?" he said, teasingly. He raised his arm, and gestured for her to take the lead. He assumed she knew the way to the summoners in charge of teleportation. He stepped back, gesturing to her that he was ready to follow, as well.

He knew the risk of leaving the institution at a time like this. Hopefully his decisions didn't lead him into a trap by accepting her offer. He was betraying his usual personality by being so open. He was praying to lady luck that the red he admired that was in her hair wouldn't end up on the walls and ground of the tavern tonight in the form of blood. If it did, he'd make sure it wasn't his.

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[Lenore Kingsley]

K A T A R I N A D U C O U T E A U


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You better hurry
'cause I can't stand waiting
You better hurry
'cause I'm ready to go
Hit the gas and don't look back now

While her expression during this little engagement had been passive and unreadable, she kept herself ready for anything. Grave might swat her away, agree with her, or even attack her. Katarina knew people took betrayal differently than others, and with Graves' history, she wasn't quite sure how he'd take an acquaintance inviting him out for drinks during this unstable time. Yet, he spat out an eager response which surprised Katarina for some reason. It wasn't that Graves wasn't an approachable being who was unruly and flat-out rude. Rather, she knew how guarded one could be. Hell, she was a prime example. Yet, he accepted her offer with a bellowing voice. Ah, so she was right in suggesting a bar. It seemed more like his scene, and quite frankly, it was also her sort of atmosphere as well. Given that they would discuss many things, a tavern would be the best place to hear of rumors and divulge in private what the other knew. Katarina may have been taking a chance with approaching Graves, but it seemed as though he wasn't backing down from a round of the spirits with the chance at new information.

Katarina only hoped she wasn't about to get herself overwhelmed in some sort of drinking contest.

The female assassin cocked her head slightly as Graves spoke of getting to know her better. He didn't hold any relationships with any Noxian, did he? Well, unless there was a true motive for it, Katarina couldn't imagine he would. The man, from what she knew, kept to himself. Ah, but this new demeanor he held was intriguing her. Perhaps there would be some pleasantries from this night after all. The only times she attended the taverns were when she was in a fowl mood or on a mission, so this would be a nice change of pace. With any hope, their little bar would not have any unwanted individuals in attendance. Her slender hands rested on her defined hips as she shifted her weight, giving him a knowing smirk. "There's never a bad time for a first." Katarina spat out with another quiet bout of laughter. The humor was light, but it was enjoyable all the same. At least there were the little traits they shared that they could revel in. Their need to rise up to any challenge was one thing, which brings Katarina back to her previous thought of a weary drinking battle. Well, it's not like it would be the first for any tavern, to have a drink-off contest. Still, she'd never give in, if that did occur. Perhaps it was her pride talking, but she'd suffered through Noxian gutrot. If she could endure that, Bilgewater spirits would be a breeze.

That's when Graves made mention of staying at the aforementioned Bilgewater tavern for the night. Aah, so this would be a night-long endeavor. That wasn't a bad thing at all. Katarina had a clean slate for the night and held no responsibilities tomorrow either. A sly, clever smile grew on her lips. "Why, with you beside me, what sort of trouble could come my way?" Katarina quipped, her remark full of wit and just as much teasing as Grave's initial response. This would be an interesting night indeed. Without skipping a beat, Katarina followed Graves' motion and lead the way back from where she came before entering the Institute. It was a short walk away through the terrace and they'd arrive to the summoners. Her pace was a medium speed, but Graves would easily stay in stride with his longer legs. As they walked, Katarina glanced around and noted no one was in earshot. Emerald eyes rolled over to take in Graves' appearance. If you searched up 'man' in a dictionary, his photo would surely be there. He was the epitome of an outlaw as well, which obviously suited him well. Katarina noted his defined jawline, his pulled back dark bark tresses, and the way he held himself. Graves was an interest champion indeed.

Before more could be said between them, they had already arrived on the opposite side of the terrace. A single robed summoner approached them. He was a young lad--younger than Katarina--who seemed somewhat timid before the two champions. He was likely new to the Institute. What a wonderful time to join. The two champions were rather well known and popular within the League, so part of it was likely nerves as well. As the boy spoke, Katarina definitely could gather it was the latter. "Wh-what can I do for you, miss Du Couteau?" Katarina showed no sign of being welcoming to the boy. If he was nervous, she'd let him be. That wasn't her problem but his. The woman shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ticket for two, destination being Bilgewater. Preferable if you can place us nearby the main port." Katarina replied in an uninterested tone despite her eagerness for a slug of spirits. The boy nodded and held out his hands before the two champions. Within seconds, inscribed circles formed beneath them and began to illuminate their bodies. Another moment passed, and with a mumbling of words, they were gone in a flash of light.

When they reappeared and her vision adjusted from the brightness, the duo was standing in the heart of Bilgewater. The redhead gazed all around, taking in the sights. It had been quite some time since she'd visited Bilgewater. Far too long. This gave her a reason to take in the sights and breathe in the fresh salty-sea breeze. With her arms stretching upward, Katarina held her stretched position for only a second before turning towards Graves with a grin. "Well? Don't keep a lady waiting." Katarina jested, now passing off the leading role to Graves. She had done her part, and now it was time he finished the last leg of their journey. Of course, the taverns was close by, but Katarina's memory was the faintest bit unreliable. Again, it had been long since she had returned to Bilgewater, but it wasn't as if it were on bad terms. There was merely no business for her in the rambunctious port city. Graves seemed far more familiar, so she'd put her stock in him with getting the two to their destination.

You wanna dance with the devil?
You wanna burn down the sun?
I think you might be trouble
Let's run

[puella ignava]

⊗They come apart so easily. How do you put them back together again?⊗

Orianna sat in a little room with gears and tools strewn about. She considered it to be her room, though it was technically open to all. She spent a great deal of time in there performing maintenance on herself and her Ball. Currently, she was polishing Ball. It made a strange sort of grinding noise, that was its version of a purr. When she finished, it gleamed in the dim candle light. Ball rose up and nuzzled her in the face. She laughed and pet it. Jumping to her feet, she departed. A stroll about the institute would do well for her joints. Being out of battle for so long, she was finding her joints would become difficult to move.

The halls were mostly empty, a ghost town almost. Taking advantage of her being alone, Orianna began doing pirouettes and chaines, linking the two as she made her way down the hall towards one of the many practise areas. Her form was perfect and graceful. The Ball hovered around her, watching her. It was her constant companion, her best friend. Only she could understand its strange language that consisted of clicks and ticks. She grabbed Ball and did a little turn, as if it was her dance partner. Ball made a repeating clicking sound; laughter. Orianna's own, tinkling laugh echoed through the halls.

⊗I know what makes them tick. I know how to make the ticking stop.⊗

Location↳ Halls With↳ Ball OOC↳ N/A

[md1atlas22]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx↳GRAVES ■ The Outlaw of the League ■ ■

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【❝ They picked the wrong fight. ❞】
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xxxxcurrently at Bilgewater┊＆ arriving at the tavern

Bilgewater was just like how Graves remembered it to be. The noise of bustling port business were heavy but didn't completely drown out the steady sound of the ocean. The creaks of the dock and the ringing of port bells filled the ocean air as well. He showed a smile as he briefly glanced the scape of the city. Ships, shops, and taverns could be seen every where around. The beautiful ocean extended farther beyond that. The sights, smells, and sounds brought a certain joy to him. Being able to connect to the city was something Graves held dear. The city was where he grew up. It was where he learned how to live. Bilgewater was home; being there always brought ease to his troubles.

Busy taking in the liveliness of the city, Graves had almost forgotten why he was there. He got lost in his usual appreciation for his home-town but Katarina brought his view back into focus. Katarina gave him the lead which made sense to him. He was sure that she had been here before, but navigating the city was indeed his expertise--not hers. There was a vast amount of places to pass the time here in Bilgewater, but this evening they were searching specifically a tavern. He hoped she was familiar with the one he would choose. Graves had knowledge that Katarina was a mainstay at Bilgewater's Fleet street. That required of her to browse through pubs; she could find many sailors down on their luck there. Then again, she probably didn't have the amount of time to enjoy each herself--let alone have a drink--at every single one like Graves had.

He began to walk towards one he felt would provide a casual atmosphere for the two. He had visited is once or twice in the past, but he remembered it well enough to make his way there with her. He made light conversation with her as they made their way. "The taverns here are just what we need," he said. He turned a familiar corner, passing windows displaying characters from jolly men to shady street-rats. Gambling, drinking, and business were plenty in the buildings of the port. This was the life Graves used to live, but there was little time to indulge in that after joining the League. Graves wasn't sure that if he'd be able to go out like this if it weren't for the halting of matches. "No better way to spend free time! At least for me," he confessed.

In the near distance, Graves spotted the tavern he wanted to have his couple o' drinks at. The sign handing off of the building read 'The Rancid Rat'. It was a more casual and quiet bar. Perfect for relieving some of the stress--and even better for sharing conversation. Plus, it was up kept, not falling apart or dirty like some of the other buildings of Bilgewater. He walked quickly to get the door for Katarina, reaching for it and slowly swinging it open. It was quite the polite gesture. "Ladies first," he said respectfully. He then gestured her to enter while the quiet sounds of glasses being served and low conversation exited.

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[Lenore Kingsley]

K A T A R I N A D U C O U T E A U


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You better hurry
'cause I can't stand waiting
You better hurry
'cause I'm ready to go
Hit the gas and don't look back now

As Graves paved the way to their destination, Katarina drank in the sights along the way. She was familiar with Bilgewater, but it had been a while...though, nothing ever really changed in the bustling city-port. Seeing all walks of life rummaging across the streets and docks was heartwarming to see. It was lively and full of stories to be heard. From pirates and sailors, to the tavern lullabies sung from the stages at night. Yes, Katarina was certainly fond of her visits in Bilgewater, though by the expression Graves wore, she'd take a wild guess that he appreciated it all the more. This was his scene, after all. Of course he'd be soaking in the familiar atmosphere. With business dealings in conjunction with the League have been frozen, this was a perfect time for a little relaxation. Though, in full honesty, there would be more serious undertones with their trip here today. While buddying up to Graves wasn't a terrible idea--she could use all the resources, given the circumstances--there would be a looming dreary cloud about their future conversations, specifically that of the Conquerors.

Speaking of, Katarina wasn't even certain Graves wasn't one himself.

Being the Outlaw, it would be entirely plausible that he'd be incorperated in this mess somehow. Hell, if Twisted Fate weren't involved with the Conquerors, Graves might join them just to spite him. The man was a justified, vengeful spirit. He would hold his grudges and repay all debts, including those of vindication. Yet, as she stole a side glance from him, she doubted as much. Katarina had no specific reason why she felt this way, but she did. A hunch? An assassin's intuition? Katarina wished she could say she were that good at predicting others and noting their mental state, but she wasn't that sort of an assassin. Her expertise laid in aggression and stealth, whereas Talon--while still lethal and stealthy--was far better at understanding the mentality of others. Blame it on his upbringing on the streets, but Talon had a way of understanding other's situation and their thought patterns, but she wouldn't take it as an insult to her own prowess. Katarina's thoughts were yanked from her when she was spoken to again. Her head tilted towards the other champion, her silken red tresses swinging over her shoulder as she turned to address him. With the lightest shrug, Katarina's eyes rolled over to expertly note every single detail nearby them on the streets.

"It's been a while since I've visited. No idea why it's taken me until now to return here...people work hard to earn what they have, and they aren't afraid of challenges and friendly competition. It's like a friendlier Noxus." Katarina suggested with a dry laugh, realizing the strange similarities. They were both cities where you had to achieve what you want with your bare hands versus being handed off an allowance because of your family name or title. It was all about doing what you could to earn your way and improve yourself over earning wage for meager tasks. That's a reason why she disliked visiting most places; they were far too pampered. Bilgewater was certainly everything but pampered though. Graves continued his statement about the taverns, to which Katarina gave him a strangely understanding smirk. "Not just for you, I assure. Truth be told, I'll frequent taverns whenever possible. There's plenty to drink, and far more words to be heard by weary travelers and merchants alike. Though, I suppose most find it hard to stomach this sort of atmosphere for too long, be it from the looming danger of the company held within or the slugs of gutrot." Katarina sighed dramatically, for effect.

"I suppose people can't all have fun though. Fortunately for us, we have that privilege." Without further ado, the pair arrived at the bar. It seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn't recall it as well as she should have. It was a nicer establishment than a few of the other buildings they had passed on their way. Katarina had been through far worse-for-wear taverns, but she was appreciative of his choice regardless. Upon seeing his chivalrous notion, Katarina pulled an expression of pure surprise, something foreign from the calculating assassin. Even if it were all in good fun, she was far used to the cold demeanor of Noxians, though there was no real complaint to be had about Graves' behavior. Instead, she turned her expression into a humored, incredulous look upon realizing how she must have appeared. With the click of the tongue, Katarina swayed past Graves with a somewhat hidden smile. "Well, well, you're more of a gentleman than I assumed. I'll have to be careful in my inferences with you, Graves." She remarked while passing him, wandering straight to the counter with poise. As she made her way to a bar stool, the woman held herself well and confidently, despite the stares. Be it her appearance as an oddity to the other drinkers littering the somewhat bustling bar, or her defined womanly features, she couldn't say or care.

If they distract themselves with staring for too long, they might not notice the sting as blades dip into their flesh. That's what she always liked to say, at least.

There were several other denizens of Bilgewater already enjoying their refreshments, but it wasn't overcrowded by any means. Coincidentally, there was a pocket of space at the bar, which she claimed by seating herself on one of the stools. She didn't bother looking back after for Graves, for she knew he'd be on his way in due time. With rested elbows on the finished wood bar, her hands laced together to cradle her chin. Without looking up to see the welcoming bar attendant, Katarina parted her lips to speak. "Two mugs of your best selling tap to start us off." With a mere nod, the bartender went off to retrieve the beverages. While she waited, her eyes traveled across the tavern. Everyone held a face that mattered little to her. It was perfect for the pair. The atmosphere was fresh and lively but the fact that there were no recognizable faces meant they'd have a mild amount of privacy. The mugs were placed as she was gazing around the large room, and she left it untouched. She'd take her first swig once her partner had joined her.

You wanna dance with the devil?
You wanna burn down the sun?
I think you might be trouble
Let's run

[md1atlas22]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx↳GRAVES ■ The Outlaw of the League ■ ■

✗ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ❞ Let's settle the score ❞ ▆▆▆▆ ✗

【❝ They picked the wrong fight. ❞】
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xxxxcurrently at Bilgewater┊＆ in the tavern with Katarina

Katarina was raring and ready to go. Graves had just opened the door for her and she was already seated and ordering their drinks. He did not want to keep her waiting, so he quickly strolled in to the tavern. The atmosphere was well different inside, than out. The bar was somewhat full, but it was relaxed and laid-back. It was a perfect setting to talk things over. He sat down on the stool next to Katarina; she was looking around the room of the tavern. His seating interrupted her. Noticing the mugs had already been set, he jokingly commented. "Well, I don't see our names on them," he jested, referring to her invitation from earlier.

He grabbed the mug that was closer to him with a sturdy grip. He slowly pulled it up and began to guzzle the drink. The drink quickly flowed down his throat and it was quite refreshing. Graves could see the gulp travel down her throat, as well. He took care not to drink top much so he set the mug down with a satisfying pound. "Ah, that's the stuff!" he exclaimed. He hoped Katarina approved of it with him. He used his arm to wipe the liquid remaining on his beard. This was routine when he happened to overeagerly drink. He kept in mind that he shouldn't drink too much this evening. This time he did have company, and he didn't want to become a mess--or anything near that for that matter.

Seeing as there was not much to do than talk, he hoped to cut to the conversation. He would wait until after Katarina had a chance to quench herself before he would try to start heavy discussion, but he took the time to introduce to her what he wanted to talk about. There was so much going on back at the League, and the situation wasn't unfolding as clearly as Graves expected it to. It was a miracle Katarina showed up and invited him, considering he had a lot of things on his mind. He wasn't so sure yet if this was the best way to clear the confusion going on in his head, but it was something. He just had to be cautious. Always cautious. He wasn't necessarily intimidated or paranoid of Katarina--but you never know.

With a rub of his chin, he spoke, "I've been speaking of it too much lately, but there's been a ton goin' on back at the League." He gave a slight frown with his face. "I'm not too sure what to expect, lately," he paused, "Heck, even this night's a little on the unexpected side!" He looked at Katarina before questioning her. "What've you got planned for this whole situation at the League?" He took extra care to touch upon subjects that weren't too personal. He hoped the conversation would open up in a way that didn't leave Graves so vulnerable.

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[puella ignava]

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☠Jinx groaned."Everyone is so boring!!! I'm gonna go do a thing." she said, rising to her feet. "See you losers later!" she shouted as she skipped down the hall. Fishbones bounced uneasily on her shoulder, the metal parts clanging with each step. She had hoped to come across a fellow Conqueror, but she only knew a handful of them. It seemed that nobody knew who all of the Conquerors were ,which only added to the chaos. Not that Jinx minded that. She lived for chaos.

However, she was expressly forbidden by the League from using her guns in the institute. Did that stop her all the time? Of course not. But she did want to keep her affiliation a secret, so she didnt go overboard in the destruction, as she would like to. It boggled her mind why the Conqueror agenda was secrecy at the moment, but she had been promised massive explosions caused by her hand, so she did her best to wait patiently. Which killed her everyday. Patience is boring. ☠
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Location ► Halls // With ► No one // OOC ► sorry this took so long ;-;