The Traitor huh… They can’t say that when they’re dead

Your Average Interrogation...

Caitlyn smiled. She took the knife and placed it against her face. “So do you mind telling me the truth? Or do you want to be on the chopping block again?” She asked. Caitlyn was getting ready to flip out. This woman was lying. Her heart wasn’t racing but there was a sweat on her brow, at least that’s what it looked like. She would get the truth out of her, even if she had to choke it out of her, cut it out of her, or drink it out of her. She would get the truth.

Mukuro was able to identify several hungers in the raven haired woman. A hunger for blood, a hunger for information, a hunger for the shards that Mukuro would leave behind if she would break, All bound in a subtle need for revenge. She took a deep breath. “My name is Mukuro. As I’ve said, I’m an information broker. People have noticed that you’ve been acting strange, and I went out on my own to examine you. I had no prior knowledge that you could have been a creature of the night, but when pieces started to come together, I simply tried to draw the information out of you. The way you kept backing away confirmed it for me.” She said, voice hardy despite being tinged in a small air of defeat.

Caitlyn smiled and her teeth shone through. “Excellent. Excellent. See, now we are getting somewhere. It’s much easier if you don’t struggle. Another question though, has came into my head Mukuro, if you don’t mind. Who are these people that are so interested in business that doesn’t pertain to them? You have yet to tell them your findings, have you?” She asked, her voice low in volume. Her voice was a bit threating, but almost welcoming.

“I don’t know the clients… I’m a gatherer more than I’m a distributor. It’s suicide to be both at the same time.” Mukuro recoiled at the smile, despite it being alluring. Caitlyn wouldn’t have realized that The Noxian had a good sight on the fangs that hung like miniature daggers in her pearly mouth. “I’ve done both in the past, but…” She pauses as she composes herself. “That isn’t the case for you. And I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to tell them with you detaining me.”

“Hmm, alright. You really don’t know, do you?” She asked. Caitlyn began to circle around Mukuro. “You have absolutely no idea how alluring you smell. It’s amazing. Floral, sort of. Dangerous. I like it.” She said softly, inhaling a breath through her nose. “In fact, I love your scent. Your blood is just spectacular.” Caitlyn leaned in. Perhaps to her captive her alluring perfection had made her feel dangerously curious. “You wouldn’t mind if I had a bite, would you darling?” She asked.

The Heir usually thrived in times of evaluation. She usually enjoyed being told she was great. The inflation of her ego was what one would call a guilty pleasure for her. And Yet… Not in this case. “Don’t know what?” She said with tone insulted as Caitlyn began a predatory circle around her. Her heart beat faster with every word, every adjective, every reason past hunger that the Nightwalker would like to feast on her. With a sharp breath and the leaning form of the vampire, Mukuro’s racing heart seemed to have come to an abrupt halt. Everything seemed to freeze for Mukuro as the appraisement yet again morphed into a request for sampling. The chair groaned at the pressure that Mukuro’s robotic hand was exerting on the sturdy material. “I…I...” The Noxian’s chest tightened like her grip as she could barely muster a response. “I don’t have a choice… Do I…”

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Your Average Interrogation...

Caitlyn smiled. She took the knife and placed it against her face. “So do you mind telling me the truth? Or do you want to be on the chopping block again?” She asked. Caitlyn was getting ready to flip out. This woman was lying. Her heart wasn’t racing but there was a sweat on her brow, at least that’s what it looked like. She would get the truth out of her, even if she had to choke it out of her, cut it out of her, or drink it out of her. She would get the truth.

Mukuro was able to identify several hungers in the raven haired woman. A hunger for blood, a hunger for information, a hunger for the shards that Mukuro would leave behind if she would break, All bound in a subtle need for revenge. She took a deep breath. “My name is Mukuro. As I’ve said, I’m an information broker. People have noticed that you’ve been acting strange, and I went out on my own to examine you. I had no prior knowledge that you could have been a creature of the night, but when pieces started to come together, I simply tried to draw the information out of you. The way you kept backing away confirmed it for me.” She said, voice hardy despite being tinged in a small air of defeat.

Caitlyn smiled and her teeth shone through. “Excellent. Excellent. See, now we are getting somewhere. It’s much easier if you don’t struggle. Another question though, has came into my head Mukuro, if you don’t mind. Who are these people that are so interested in business that doesn’t pertain to them? You have yet to tell them your findings, have you?” She asked, her voice low in volume. Her voice was a bit threating, but almost welcoming.

“I don’t know the clients... I’m a gatherer more than I’m a distributor. It’s suicide to be both at the same time.” Mukuro recoiled at the smile, despite it being alluring. Caitlyn wouldn’t have realized that The Noxian had a good sight on the fangs that hung like miniature daggers in her pearly mouth. “I’ve done both in the past, but…” She pauses as she composes herself. “That isn’t the case for you. And I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to tell them with you detaining me.”

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Your Average Interrogation...

Caitlyn smiled. She took the knife and placed it against her face. “So do you mind telling me the truth? Or do you want to be on the chopping block again?” She asked. Caitlyn was getting ready to flip out. This woman was lying. Her heart wasn’t racing but there was a sweat on her brow, at least that’s what it looked like. She would get the truth out of her, even if she had to choke it out of her, cut it out of her, or drink it out of her. She would get the truth.

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Mukuro was able to identify several hungers in the raven haired woman. A hunger for blood, a hunger for information, a hunger for the shards that Mukuro would leave behind if she would break, All bound in a subtle need for revenge. She took a deep breath. “My name is Mukuro. As I’ve said, I’m an information broker. People have noticed that you’ve been acting strange, and I went out on my own to examine you. I had no prior knowledge that you could have been a creature of the night, but when pieces started to come together, I simply tried to draw the information out of you. The way you kept backing away confirmed it for me.” She said, voice hardy despite being tinged in a small air of defeat.

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Anka frowned, looking down at her stomach. The gash was long but not too deep to gain concern. Her white dress was soaked in red as the blood dripped down her right leg. “I must’ve been struck.” She said, pushing her hand on the wound. “I don’t remember the last time I fought so vigorously. I have to admit it was fun.”

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Anka tried hard not to blush at the compliment. She was not used to someone giving her such credit nor them never hearing of her beast. If only she knew the truth. Her joy was quickly diminished when a violent current swept over her chest.

Sahraya’s cruel snarl echoed within her head. Let me show this child what a real beast is like….

Clearing her throat, Anka mentally shoved away the threats. “You are too kind.”

“I wouldn’t say kind.” The Noxian said, finishing the bind on the woman’s taut stomach. She had been picking up subtle hints and shifts in tone that the Shuriman was dropping. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was something special about the girl. “Simply the truth.” As she stood up and smoothed up some of the rudimentary bandage work, her face would turn into a concerned frown. “You look pale… is something of the matter?”

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Something Gold in the Ivory Ward

The image of Mukuro, who moments before stood like an unsurpassable force of nature and blood lust now buckled with laughter was incredulous. Lux felt her dainty hand slip over her mouth to hide the small pearls of her own surprised laughter. This shadow of a woman had some light left after all perhaps this dimming flame could be rekindled. She doubted very much a real monster could laugh with such childlike enthusiasm. But there was a darkness in her, she could see its inky fingers wrapped so tightly. A pang resounded in Lux’s chest, she wanted nothing more than to string up lights in the darkest places of peoples minds, to illuminate their darkness.

“Well, I am a scientist as you said. I notice similarities and patterns that’s what scientists do.” Lux gave a casual shrug with the statement playing with the new identity Mukuro had invented. Familiarizing the name on her tongue by rolling it around like a sweet you had never tasted before. “Thank goodness I was under your care Mukuro- Du Volonfer? Now I’m fairly sure the Du Volonfer family are in the information business aren’t they?” Lux’s happy expression fell, sobered by the thought of them being on opposing sides.

“You won’t get anything out of me I’m afraid,… I’d sooner feel the bite of your blade in the flesh of my heart than endanger my family or fellow Demacians.”

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With the sudden shift in tone between the two women, Mukuro sighed something tired. “Hmph, and here I thought I had seen the impossible. A Demacian with some faith in a Noxian.” She shakes her head as she crosses her arms. “Does my line of work make it so hard to believe that I’ve come to enjoy your company in the short time we’ve known each other?” Mukuro’s hurt tone was hidden under a manufactured, snake-like smile. “While you would be more valuable for the information I would be able to draw from your mouth, You’re more valuable to me intact.” She avoids direct eye contact as she speaks. Mukuro expected this more than anything. The distrust was routine to her, and Mukuro honestly hated as much of Demacian Ideal as Lux probably did Noxian. Mukuro hated the stagnance, the stillness, the safety of the system that Demacia had in place. She hated how resistant they were to allowing real change, the revolutions the strong would take over the weak. Yet she didn’t hate Lux. “Run away if you would like.” She said in a voice reflexive of the strange attachment she chided herself for. “Noxus doesn’t need to know that I saw something gold in the Ivory Ward. Luxanna Crownguard could have easily evaded the well trained military state of Noxus.” She paused, Onyx eyes searching out the light behind the blonde’s cerulean orbs. “Or… You could… You know… Not.” Her eloquence seemed to drop briefly as she shrugged. Her head sank into her shoulders as her gaze again became aloof.

“Unconventional weapons?” She asks, recognizing a buffer that her companion had in terms of speaking about himself. Sure questions like these didn’t make for the deepest of conversation, but they could engage in legitimate small talk when Mukuro was both sure that they hadn’t been followed or that the current pursuant had been thoroughly dealt with. “That in of itself adds some level of novelty your time.” She rolls her shoulders, taking note of the area around them. The Ivory ward was disappearing behind them and movement ceased for the most part, from the scarcity of people walking on the pavement to the two of them. The Manila-Skinned Noxian turned so that she was facing him.

The Ionian Defector looked behind the talented artist, checking for any stragglers, before looking straight at him. Straight black hair framed a face that meant business. She sighs, busy eyes no longer shifting to maintain a good look of the area around her, but trained on him. “I can’t imagine how droll speaking with me in that manner was. You have my sincerest apologies.” Mukuro gives a quick bow of the head. She would have apologized for briefly using him as bait, but for all she knew, he hadn’t even noticed. “But there’s a reason I moved you in such a hurry…”

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“Mhmm…” Whoever the woman wanted to steer him away from, he’d seen a brief glimpse of them, though he had not the kind of weapon to deal with them without them getting up close so he hadn’t bothered to make it seem as though he’d spotted them. Beyond that, he didn’t feel particularly talkative, and certainly not with this stranger that had approached him out of the blue and steered him away from his original path. “You could say that.”

Once they’d left the Ivory Ward, it didn’t take very long for his current companion to turn and face him more directly, making him come to a halt with one hand leaning casually on the bad he carried. He watched her as she checked behind him, then he idly checked behind her as well, finding no sign of the same person from before. Probably a good thing. By the time she looked back at him, his teal gaze had already migrated back to hers.

When she spoke, he found himself surprised by none of it, save for maybe the way she said it. He wasn’t too sure what droll actually meant, but if it meant anything along the lines of boring, she’d have been right. When she seemed to finish, he simply frowned at her. “Yeah, I know, but what makes you think that just leaving Ivory will stop them?” He started to walk around one side of her with the intent to continue further away from the ward. “If anything, I want to know why you’re bothering and who they are.”

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“You don’t believe I could be doing this out of the goodness of my heart?” She asks, her voice tinged with a playful yet know-at-all tone. The kind that would perhaps grate on the ears of those who had been listening to the formality of her act for so long. It was a change, yes, but was it welcome? The Heir took a small joy out of being in this position of power, no matter how inflated her self importance was in her head. Mukuro couldn’t find the right words to describe bait, nor indispensable in the same phrase, so she would have to give a response similar to what her mother would. “It’s less so that I’m doing this specifically to assist you, but more like you’re helping me stop a larger situation. I would say preserving your life would be a welcome plus, no?” The Noxian follows along the step of the body art virtuoso as he continues from the usually congested area. “As for your pursuers, I’ve been able to gather that there is a small group of three on you alone. Unfortunately I have not been able to gather much more information out of them, despite their sloppy movements and patterns.” She finishes her criticism with a gauge of Afremov’s reaction. It was important that he complied, for her sake just as much as his own. Right now, he was her only lead.

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Your Average Interrogation...

“I’ve already tried the stake in the heart thank you.” She said abruptly. “If you really expect me to believe that crap about Bilgewater you’re mistaken. You’d be nothing more than a common whore or a tavern wench, not some sort of detective. Now, I’ll give you one chance. Thats it, one chance. Or you’ll wish you hadn’t been born.” She growled through gritted teeth. Hopefully she seemed intimidating enough to get the truth out. She honestly didn’t believe the story. Anything from Bilgewater wouldn’t care about her well being. Half of them probably wouldn’t know what a vampire is.

“You keep assuming I’m a detective,” She growls, attempting to match the ferocity of the vampire. “I buy and sell information. It is my job to know and find out things.” Mukuro leans back into her seat, that quip being one of the first whole truths that left her mouth in this entire encounter. Her mind was on a roll for this role she had just adopted, and if that was going to make her story more believable, then she would attempt to take advantage of it. “The point is to look unassuming, but if you’re going to keep insulting Bilgewater, then…” She pauses before simply looking away from her to hide the immediate look of regret in talking back to her captor. Her body braced itself, preparing for any form of damage the Nightwalker had planned.

“Well now your job is to cry and scream in pain as I cut your fingers off and carve your face with a filet knife.” She said mockingly. She left abruptly and came back with a long, curved blade which was also very sharp looking. Caitlyn poked the top of it and smiled. “This should teach you about being so insolent.” She growled. She put the knife up to the woman’s middle finger and put her hand on the edge of the blade, ready to come down fast.

Her heart almost stopped when she saw the blade, her eyes widening as her skin began to pale. “Wait… I’m sorry!” She draws her fingers into a fist, the blade clipping the knife and drawing a hiss of pain from the captive infiltrator. “I… I’m sorry for speaking out of turn.” She lowers her head, not making any eye contact with her. Her voice was stiff, rigid with years of learning how to speak to a superior. The Noxian wasn’t sure where that sudden shift in tone came from, but whatever was going to keep her alive without selling out her family...

Your Average Interrogation...

“I’ve already tried the stake in the heart thank you.” She said abruptly. “If you really expect me to believe that crap about Bilgewater you’re mistaken. You’d be nothing more than a common whore or a tavern wench, not some sort of detective. Now, I’ll give you one chance. Thats it, one chance. Or you’ll wish you hadn’t been born.” She growled through gritted teeth. Hopefully she seemed intimidating enough to get the truth out. She honestly didn’t believe the story. Anything from Bilgewater wouldn’t care about her well being. Half of them probably wouldn’t know what a vampire is.

“You keep assuming I’m a detective,” She growls, attempting to match the ferocity of the vampire. “I buy and sell information. It is my job to know and find out things.” Mukuro leans back into her seat, that quip being one of the first whole truths that left her mouth in this entire encounter. Her mind was on a roll for this role she had just adopted, and if that was going to make her story more believable, then she would attempt to take advantage of it. “The point is to look unassuming, but if you’re going to keep insulting Bilgewater, then…” She pauses before simply looking away from her to hide the immediate look of regret in talking back to her captor. Her body braced itself, preparing for any form of damage the Nightwalker had planned.

Your Average Interrogation...

Caitlyn smiled. “Oh, now we’re getting somewhere.” She said, stroking the woman’s neck with her hands, just barely tracing the outline of her vein in her neck. “Tell me how it all started. Your name, everything.” Caitlyn began planning what to do after she spilled her secrets. She was quite hungry. “Then, after you do, we’ll see about getting you washed up and something to eat. Oh, and if you don’t talk, I’ll be more than happy to bite off one of your fingers.” She said threateningly in her ears. “And think about it. Five fingers and ten toes. That’s a lot of pain to go through for no reason at all. So I suggest…” Caitlyn put her hand over top of the woman’s fleshed hand. “You start talking.”

Mukuro gives an involuntary shiver in response to the finger gliding along the length of her neck, jaw setting as she failed in keeping all of her reactions in. The Infiltrator was intent on not letting any information slip from her mouth, and yet it seemed to move on it’s own. “My name is Hanako… I’m just an eye for hire.” As the words left the Ionian Defector’s mouth, she realized something. All she needed to do was keep speaking. Maybe she didn’t have to give the #right# information. “I came here on the rumor that the Sheriff of Piltover was slowly killing herself.” Her voice quivered as she felt the hand on the skin. “I was to confirm your state… All incursion since wasn’t intentional.”

“I don’t believe you.” Caitlyn said flatly. “You said you knew about my condition in the alleyway.” She explained her disbelief in the woman’s story. “Even if you were, you wouldn’t try to run before explaining yourself. You’re not a private eye in Piltover, because I personally sign all of their licenses.” She said. “And i know Demacia has them outlawed. So that leaves you from either Noxus, which I’m sure that jacket is from, Ionia, which your features seem to herald from, or Bilgewater, but they wouldn’t give a damn about me there unless they were trying to kill me. So which is? And it better be the truth, else you’ll be wishing you had two metallic arms.”

“Bilgewater.” She straightens up with a faux pride. With the out that Caitlyn had provided, The Noxian wised up to the fact that she needed to follow the Sheriff’s lead without falling into a verbal trap. Mukuro at least had a great understanding of Runeterra due to the line of work her father works in. “And just so we both know, it wasn’t my intention to kill you…” She attempts to clarify. “Information quickly becomes worthless when about a cadaver.” The pride begins to shrink as her head recognises the threat that Caitlyn had.

The more Mukuro thought about it, the more Bilgewater worked as an alibi. Her race in combination with her clothes and the zaunite technology could have been thrown together in the melting pot that was Bilgewater. She would need to roll with it.

Caitlyn scoffed. “There is no one in Bilgewater that would care about anything like that. They’d rather have me stripped naked or have my head in a bag. Will you quit with your lying? I don’t want to have to cut one of your fingers off already.” She said in disbelief. “Vampires can read minds you know. I know you’re lying, but I can’t seem to pick up where you’re from. Care to try again?” She asked. Caitlyn wasn’t sure where this woman was really from. She looked so foreign but she couldn’t tell from where.

“Next thing you’re going to tell me is that a wooden stake through the heart is the only way to kill you.” She responded in a tone as incredulous as that of the Vampire. “And to generalize like that is idiotic…” She didn’t know where this form of nationalism cropped up from, especially for a territory that she herself wasn’t part of. Maybe it was her trying to perpetuate the lie further, or maybe it was the instinct of self-preservation taking an initiative. “Bilgewater is a city of opportunity, for the people who could earn the spot and keep earning it.”

Your Average Interrogation...

Caitlyn smiled. “Oh, now we’re getting somewhere.” She said, stroking the woman’s neck with her hands, just barely tracing the outline of her vein in her neck. “Tell me how it all started. Your name, everything.” Caitlyn began planning what to do after she spilled her secrets. She was quite hungry. “Then, after you do, we’ll see about getting you washed up and something to eat. Oh, and if you don’t talk, I’ll be more than happy to bite off one of your fingers.” She said threateningly in her ears. “And think about it. Five fingers and ten toes. That’s a lot of pain to go through for no reason at all. So I suggest…” Caitlyn put her hand over top of the woman’s fleshed hand. “You start talking.”

Mukuro gives an involuntary shiver in response to the finger gliding along the length of her neck, jaw setting as she failed in keeping all of her reactions in. The Infiltrator was intent on not letting any information slip from her mouth, and yet it seemed to move on it’s own. “My name is Hanako… I’m just an eye for hire.” As the words left the Ionian Defector’s mouth, she realized something. All she needed to do was keep speaking. Maybe she didn’t have to give the #right# information. “I came here on the rumor that the Sheriff of Piltover was slowly killing herself.” Her voice quivered as she felt the hand on the skin. “I was to confirm your state… All incursion since wasn’t intentional.”

“I don’t believe you.” Caitlyn said flatly. “You said you knew about my condition in the alleyway.” She explained her disbelief in the woman’s story. “Even if you were, you wouldn’t try to run before explaining yourself. You’re not a private eye in Piltover, because I personally sign all of their licenses.” She said. “And i know Demacia has them outlawed. So that leaves you from either Noxus, which I’m sure that jacket is from, Ionia, which your features seem to herald from, or Bilgewater, but they wouldn’t give a damn about me there unless they were trying to kill me. So which is? And it better be the truth, else you’ll be wishing you had two metallic arms.”

“Bilgewater.” She straightens up with a faux pride. With the out that Caitlyn had provided, The Noxian wised up to the fact that she needed to follow the Sheriff’s lead without falling into a verbal trap. Mukuro at least had a great understanding of Runeterra due to the line of work her father works in. “And just so we both know, it wasn’t my intention to kill you…” She attempts to clarify. “Information quickly becomes worthless when about a cadaver.” The pride begins to shrink as her head recognises the threat that Caitlyn had.

The more Mukuro thought about it, the more Bilgewater worked as an alibi. Her race in combination with her clothes and the zaunite technology could have been thrown together in the melting pot that was Bilgewater. She would need to roll with it.

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Stalking the Hand of Noxus

Her eyes soften at the statement. All he wanted was… “Darius. I am sure there are people who care about you. Your brother for example. Even if he is a egomaniac, there has to be some bond.” She gives a weak smile before he approached her. Mukuro straightened at the forwardness of the Hand of Noxus. As he lay his head on her thighs, a blush of embarrassment would wash over her face. She clears her throat. “Darius… Please make yourself decent.” Her tone is a mixture of annoyed and nervous as her fingers drum on the arm of the sofa.

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“im sorry” he stand up meanwhile he said it,”so, if im gonna stay here…lets talk about something” he said, he feel the silence in the living room, he wait some minutes in silence but Muruko doesnt say any word.

“ahhh…for break the ice…tell me about your live…tell me who is Muruko” he said,” dont be afraid…i wont judge you” he smiled