"Don't try my patience."

"I am Katarina Du'Couteau, one of the highest Nobles and deadliest assassins Noxus has ever produced. Tread lightly and remember, evil spelled backwards is live. No coincidence." ((A Private RP blog for the Institute of War RP Group Portrait by Ganassa))

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Inquisitions

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  “Peon? Really?” Vi cooed, a smirk crossing her lips. She let one foot fall forward as her body fell into a firm fighting stance, raising her fists up in front of her face. Her hands were bandaged up to the wrist, and any parts of her upper-body that wasn’t obscured by the fabric of her tanktop were covered in all sorts of bruises and scuffs. “The nineteenth century called, doll.” she added, eyes narrowing and leaning backwards. “They want their insults back.”

Figuring that the appropriate amount of sass was thrown about, she launched herself forward towards the assassin, fist flying forward and aimed right for her nose. Though the enforcer was highly adept at throwing her body into things recklessly— and generally speaking, she preferred it to tactical fighting— her skills at intelligent hand to hand combat had been honed for years.

Without the weight of her gloves, every jerk of her body was exponentially faster than normal, and she felt much lighter on her feet. With the added speed combined with the usual punch she packed, the PIltoverian was just as confident as Katarina was: in her mind, this was already over. It was just a matter of rubbing the Noxian’s face into her imminent loss.

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The Noxian was caught by surprise at Vi's swiftness, as she had dared to open her mouth in order to retort back when the other woman struck.

The 'A' shape her hands had formed around her face allowed her to step into Vi's attack, albeit haphazardly as her hands shifted just slightly so to guide Vi's fist harmlessly to the side of her head. Stepping into Vi's personal space, she gave a quick slap to the other woman's chin before twisting to the side and out of her path; it was as though she were saying 'You Missed Me!'

Katarina's next moves were anything but offensive, ducking and weaving purposefully out of the way and deflecting unavoidable blows as she gauged Vi's speed as well as her reflexes. She ascertained quickly that her own body would be unable to sustain too many direct hits from the Enforcer; Vi was simply too strong from using those unwieldy gauntlets of hers.

Deciding now was the time to begin unleashing her own moves, Katarina resisted the urge to shunpo to her target, intead curling within herself to prepare for Vi's next hit. 

If the expected punch were deflected as easily as her others, Katarina planned to step into her personal space once more; slipping her outside arm along Vi's own as her inside leg stepped behind the Enforcers closest heel. She aimed to then use her other hand to grasp Vi's shoulder, shoving it roughly back with intent on forcing her off balance into what would inevitably be a backwards trip.

From there, a small kick to the woman's face would ensure that she thought twice about giving Katarina lip again.

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((Katarina WIP. Its supposed to be when she got her scar. Feedback perhaps so far? I'm going to be making my ooc blog after i post this, so ill delete this afterwards and post it there. If you have anything to suggest that i do to this before i work anymore on it, feel free to message me!))

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Inquisitions

  Vi let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes as she began pressing a series of buttons on the insides of her gauntlets. Loud clicks and whirs reverberated from inside of the complex machinery before the hextech hands dropped to the floor below. “All you ever do is talk, lady!” The enforcer made a show of cracking her bandaged knuckles, and began bouncing back and forth. “You and I both know what this is leading up to, so how about we get it over with right now? No weapons, no cheap tricks, only hand-to-hand fighting— right here, right now! Unless of course, you’re scared… which I would be if I were you.” 

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"Scared? Of you? Hardly!" Katarina grins wickedly as she quickly unbuckled the belt across her chest, her own weapons falling from her back and landing with a dull sounding clank. She quickly removed the other blades, each belt and each piece of sharpened steel falling around her feet before she stepped away from them to slide into her defensive stance.

Katarina crouched defensively, sliding one leg slightly behind her body and bending her front while her hands rose, palms flat and pointed inwards while making a slight A shape around her face. 

The perks of being one of the highest nobles in Noxus, as well as one of the most revered champions the city had to offer meant that she had years of practice in many styles of combatives; the assassin was confident that this would be an easy win.

'I'll give you the pleasure of striking first. Show me what you've got, peon!"

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“Can’t say I saw that one coming.”

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"Don't mistake this for a romantic outing, whelp. Unlike your own with that Demacian tooth pick wielder."

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"Want to go to the carnival together?"

"The Grandmaster wishes to join me? Considering my other options, you will do. Meet me at the carnival just before 5 and make sure you don't interfere with my own agenda. The instant you do you'll find yourself alone with a knife in your shoulder."

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"A carnival huh? Sounds like a good way to watch the Demacians make fools of themselves. Which of you 'lovely' people wishes to accompany me?"

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"As much as the very sight of you repulses me, I think we can both agree that the midget with the moustache is a bother. I propose a temporary truce in an effort to team up to squish him like the bug he is."

"Agreed. I feel like punching an elderly person."

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“So.. I need a date for that dinner party tomorrow night. Caitlyn and Corki are going and I don’t wanna be a third wheel so.. Any one fancy taking me out to dinner tomorrow night?”

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“I’ll do it! Pick me, pick me!”

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She eyes Vi suspiciously.. “No Vi, I need someone to take ME out on the date, not Caitlyn. If you’re willing to stay with me ALL night then Iw ill take you.. But you’ll be going as MY date.”

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“You may wish to feign illness to get out of this predicament. Or dont; I suggest eating a large mouthful of spoiled fish if you wish to avoid lying.”

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“Attack your problems.  Head on.  With lethal force.”

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"Yes. Punt the pervy geezer straight over the Demacian wall! I'm sure that will remedy your problems."

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“So.. I need a date for that dinner party tomorrow night. Caitlyn and Corki are going and I don’t wanna be a third wheel so.. Any one fancy taking me out to dinner tomorrow night?”

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"You could always ask your brother."

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“If that’s true, why aren’t you ash right now?”

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“What kind of question is that? Obviously it is because I’ve made note to stay a safe distance of ten metres away from you at all times, aside from when my poor darling blade is forced to come in contact with your pasty skin on the fields.”

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"You fail to take into account the fact that my own blades have spilled your filthy blood plenty of times. Now shoo, resume comforting your potentially incestuous and alcoholic boyfriend."

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“If anyone needs me, I’m going to be drinking heavily.”

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“My prediction from the other night come true. Its too bad nobody dared bet gold against me.”

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“No one wants your money— anything that your hands touch is immediately tainted and to be quarantined, possibly burned. Also, Sir Crownguard… I highly advise against that. Highly.”

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"If that's true, why aren't you ash right now?"

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“If anyone needs me, I’m going to be drinking heavily.”

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"My prediction from the other night come true. Its too bad nobody dared bet gold against me."

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“Champions of the league, how about minding your own damn business? Regards, Caitlyn.”

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“Sheriff of Piltover, how about you actually do your job and get some work done instead of wasting your time following the very gossip you shame? Regards, Lady Laurent.”

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“The very gossip I shame involves me, Fiora. Take that pretty mouth somewhere else.”

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"I'm sure Garen wants it back. I think it would be better with him, personally; especially if listening to her talk is the only other option."

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"Prepare for battle scrub! I'll be damned if you're going to get away with dishonoring a sexy young thing like Lux!"

"Don't make me gag, you shriveled old has been. She obviously didn't have much honor to begin with anyways, considering she's willing to stoop low enough for your perverted hide. Go pester Fiora, she'd LOVE to beat you silly to win Lux's affections; you really aren't worth my blades or my time."

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“So the gossip around the town is that a certain sexy momma is getting particularly close with a particular whiskey delta, shall we say. What a shocking revelation this is! Ladies and gentleman of Valoran, I am Fiora Laurent, and this is a public service announcement reminding all of you frisky children out there to use protection: because some of you really should not reproduce under any circumstances.”

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"I'm not worried about their sexual relations; she'll likely crush his frail body with her weight or cause his heart to rupture by exposing her stomach to him. I don't think that final act required to produce children would even come into being."