Eventually, my blades will find their way into you

I don't know why you're here, but watch your step. **art on this blog is NOT mine

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As most of you know, Yasuo has a lot of hair. But he’s pretty good at managing all that, even on the worst days. It’s not often that one finds him out and about looking like he got up on the wrong side of the bed. But this was a very unusual day. He was in his spot at the tavern, at the back, staring hard at his untouched drink with a somewhat shell shocked expression. There weren’t many people there at this time of day, but he did look up to see someone he sort of knew taking a seat nearby.

"Talon!" Yasuo whispered fiercely, even though there was no reason to whisper. He got up, clinging to his drink, and replaced himself at the other man’s table. "Good god, man, there’s something in my room. I can’t go back." He breathed and looked around before continuing. "I don’t know where it came from. I don’t know if it’s a he or a she. I don’t know what to do." He was gripping the edge of the table, frowning seriously at Talon. "It’s a… baby. I’ll give you anything. I’ll pay you. Just tell me what to do."

There weren’t exactly any adoption services at the Institute, or spare mothers waiting around for an extra, or any other helpful things for that matter. 

Yasuo scratched the back of his head and blinked before saying quickly, “I don’t mean… you can’t kill it. That’s not what I mean.”

A content little sigh fell from the assassins lips as he took his seat in the tavern, bringing his drink up to his lips. This time of day was the best to come here, seeing as he was less likely to be bothered.

Or..so he thought.

Talon briefly thought about sinking under the table to try and hide when he heard someone call out to him, but he didn’t get the chance before they took the initiative to sit at his table. Grumbling internally he lifted his eyes to look at his company. “You know I would really rather..be..Wow you look like shit.” He had lost his train of thought completely as soon as he got a good look at the ronin across from him. He looked like he got ran through by one of his own cyclones.

The assassin could only listen as Yasuo chattered on frantically. Wait, what? “Woah woah woah, hold on a second.” He held up a hand, a look of disbelief apparent on his face. “You’re telling me that there’s a baby in your room. Like, a real baby? A human one? And you don’t know where it came from?" 

Talon had to laugh at how disheveled the samurai was, all because of a little baby. Though, to be fair..he wasn’t sure how better off he would be. With a sigh, he nodded his head slowly, giving in. He’d help him out, this time. “Alright, so..” He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “Is it yours?” 

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Yasuo was on his way in from another late night out. A full moon and a full sake flask were some of his best companions. That was when he saw the shapeless form crumpled in the hallway. Looked like some staff member or something had had the same idea as him, but a little less responsibly.

"Hey buddy," he said, nudging the man with his toe a little. They needed better security around this place.  "You can’t sleep here. You need help getting… somewhere?"

His words slowed as he squinted at the dark shape. His bare toe brushed against cold steel.

"Hey, is that…?" He pulled back and muttered an oath under his breath, then dropped to his knees with a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Hey! Talon! What the hell?”

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In his barely conscious state, Talon could just make out the figure of someone walking towards him. Perfect, just perfect. Being caught out in a state like this was definitely not on the assassin's list of favorite things.

He felt a firm nudge to his shoulder. Normally, Talon might have yowled at the person, but all he could manage was a pathetic groan. At the feel of someones hand on his shoulder the assassin scooped up what little drive he had left and rolled over to eye the figure. Of all people. 

Even in his weakened state Talon managed an unhappy sigh. "It had to be you, huh." No matter how hard he willed it, his distaste wouldn't show in his voice. Instead all he got out was a hoarse whisper.

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"As much as I’d like to put your skills to the test personally,” Diana twirled her blade with a subtle smirk. “All I ask is that you help me. You have keen eyes. You keep to yourself up here mostly, considering the disdain you’re facing me with. I’m trying to gather followers here in this… Mess… of a civilization. The simple task I ask of you is to find candidates. Other who dare to walk these paths at night, in the moonlight. I seek to offer them truth. You, too, if you want to learn.”

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Talon blinked at the woman before him. Was she serious? She wanted his help finding people to dump her crazy ramblings onto? No way, no dice.With a slight shake of his head and a chuckle, Talon looked directly into the fierce eyes of the Lunari. "No. I have no reason nor desire to help you. Nor do I wish to hear any of your..Truths."

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Give my muse three people and remember they can only save one.

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The assassin's feet scrambled messily through the hall of the institute, it was quiet, the only other sound being the soft patter of blood dripping onto the floor. It was late, most champions were tucked away in bed resting up for matches tomorrow, except for Talon. No, he never seemed to know when to stop pushing himself and trained long into the night. He was sleep deprived, and that made him weak, and clumsy.

It was a ridiculous mistake, an amateur one. He had been conditioning in one of the many training rooms around the institute, as he did every night. When a wave of dizziness came over him, from lack of sleep no doubt. Before he could regain composure he was tumbling to the ground, and his own blade affixed to his arm was cutting into his torso.

Talon's breathing was labored as he stopped to lean against the wall. Ah, where was his room? Squinting into the dark hallway, the doors blurred and seemed to swirl into one another. Talon blinked rapidly, a futile attempt to steady his vision. He felt weak and lightheaded. How much blood had he lost? He squinted down at himself, the entire front of his uniform was slick with blood. Talon knew he had to move quickly. 

He tried desperately to get his feet to move, to muster up any strength he had left. But the blood loss was too much, and he was hit with a wave of dizziness much stronger than before. No, no. I can't pass out here! Talon's thoughts were frantic, but there was no stopping it as he his the ground with a loud thud, his shoulder banging against a nearby door.

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///sorry for my lack of posting! Muns time has been being eaten horribly lately. I have a few messages for the starter meme and some replies to make. I'm working on those, promise!\\\

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Do you handle chickens? Because I've heard you're good with cocks.

Talon pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Dropping his hand he gave the Widowmaker a hard glare. “Delightful, really.” 

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[Cheeky Pick up Line] Sona stood before the assassin, her white board held up in front of her. A large smile placed on her lips as she tried not to giggle to herself in silence. /"You make me scream"/ The board read.

The assassin hunched slightly as he read the whiteboard and sighed. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, unable to stop the small chuckle that parted his lips. “I can’t say I’ve heard that before.” A sinister little grin adorned his face then. “Generally, my victims can’t speak.”

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She keeps her eyes on him, and spins around to face him as he flicks her crossbow, seeming ready to draw the crossbow on her back judging by the battle-ready position she enters. She doesn’t leave it, either, her eyes narrowing in suspicion and distaste. “A joy? Not at all. Your presence is almost as distasteful as that of the witch I had taken down earlier today; at least she was able to put up a decent fight.”

"Play nice? I don’t know the meaning of such, not when it comes to you. If I was allowed my way, you’d be pinned to the wall with a bolt, twitching, as a pool of your vile, Noxian blood forms beneath you. You shall be purified, as countless others have."

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Talon chuckled, keeping the appearance of a relaxed demeanor. Though his muscles were tense and he was ready to react to anything. "A witch putting up a better fight than me? Now..that's almost hurtful." 

The assassin rolled his shoulders, giving the woman before him an inquisitive look. "Pinned to the wall?" He raised his arm and tapped the blade strapped to it against his chin lightly, much like one would their finger when thinking. "I don't see how that could possibly happen." A smirk flashed across his face before he vanished, appearing swiftly behind her. His back was turned, appearing to be ready to depart. "You can't catch a shadow." 

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"You’re welcome."

The sleepy samurai was well aware of logic’s decree: back away from disgruntled Noxian assassins. But he was Yasuo. He’d never been good at following decrees. He stared hard at the man for a good, leisured moment, then turned on his heel, “And good morning. I don’t usually get up this early, but I have you to thank for that,” and walked back towards the door.

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Talon grumbled, too tired to do anything more elaborate he drew a dagger from beneath his pillow and chucked it at the wall by the door, taking care to aim away from the departing samurai. "If you're going to burst into my room and wake me so early again, at least bring breakfast next time." 

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the-bladesshadow started following you.

A sigh parted her lips, as she shakes her head. “Talon,” she speaks, not at all favorably. “What do you want, Noxian? I don’t have time to fraternize fondly with individuals who associate themselves with petty dark magicks practitioners. I will purify the world of their fetid taint.”

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The assassin let out a dry laugh. "Always a joy, Vayne." Talon stepped around the hunter, giving the crossbow on her back a flick with his finger. "I'm sure I enjoy your company even less than you enjoy mine. But unfortunately, the institute won't allow me to kill you where you stand." He peered down at her from beneath his hood and sneered. "So at least try to play nice."

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The assassin’s brow relaxed only slightly. Of course he was just kidding with her, Talon was one of the only people who knew better than to seriously state such an idiotic thing to her with such a relaxed demeanor.

"… You know I’ve hardly the patience for your jokes," Katarina remarked blandly, though her lips dared to curve the faintest of smiles.

"What have you been busying yourself with as of late? As much as I’d like to believe its searching for my Father, I know that such a thing is… Exhausting even to the best of us."

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A small smirk stayed on Talons face. "Hmf, I thought it was funny." Taking a step back the assassin sank further into the shadows to lean his back against a nearby wall. Such a relaxed pose was scarcely seen when in any other company. 

"I would greatly enjoy telling you I haven't been spending my free time in taverns but..I think we both know better." Searching for any traces of the generals whereabouts day to day left Talon drained, alongside fighting for the League when summoned; drinking once in awhile was a relief. 

"And what about you? Any new blood on those blades?" 

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Yasuo walked over with curiosity. Hm. Nightmares. They’re a bitch.

*SLAP*

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Talon grunts and shoots up in his sleep. "What the.." A slight sting in his cheek drew his attention and he raised a hand to it. "Ow." Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he noticed the ronin standing near him and he peered up at him. "Did you just slap me?"

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Islamic Daggers

Dated: 19th Century

Place of Origin: Ethiopia or Somalia

Measurements: Longest dagger: 18.5in (470mm). Shortest dagger: 12.75in (325mm)

Group of daggers originating from the Horn of Africa, most likely Ethiopia or Somalia. Circa 19th Century, they have obvious Arab and Islamic influence. The hilts are made up of ivory, bone, and horn (some translucent) segments, with some small breakages to the extended pommels. All daggers have copper scabbards and steel blades, some with light chiselled designs, in good condition.

Source: © Copyright 2013 Akaal Arms

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Chibi Talon by RuneScratch

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Daggers

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