;;Autoplay "Face the crowd, and bleed for them."

                               - that is not dead which can eternal lie,                             and with strange aeons even death may die.

she assumed, simply by the way most around her cowered, that he was quite the feared individual – but she did not waver in the slightest. a dagger was twirled between nimble fingers as she listened to his comments. murder and art were different things to her – but she found his view an interesting take nonetheless. ❛ you choose quite the place to attempt to make a masterpiece, a bar in my city? im afraid thats where i draw the line. ❜

“ Oh? My apologies, I never thought you would actually admire the aura of   ‘run down , waste of space’ in a town such as Noxus . ”

⇱K h a d a⇲ —- ;  One eye hidden, however the other eye showed an obvious expression, his eye narrowing, to match a smirk growing larger under his skin tight suit. He was enjoying this far more than he should be. The large cloth over some strange contraption on his shoulder twitched as he moved his arm.

“ I am simply doing what an artist desires, he seems a tragedy and    he gets a certain urge to fix things. It just so happened this tradgey    was ruining your city.   ”

katarina du couteau was not called to local places for no reason - this was rare, this was something serious, or that is how the person who called upon her put it. she didnt care much to be a peace - keeper, however. she stepped into the bar with her head held high, expression kept in a rather monotonous glare as she laid eyes upon the dead body, and the man who seemed to be the accused. ❛ looks like the party started before i even got here, ❜ she mused. heels clicked against the ground as she approached the tall man, raising a brow at his appearance. ❛ and you must be the party starter. ❜ 

“ What a crude title to give to me, I much prefer, the director of the show    the artist of one’s beauty even. ”

⇱K h a d a⇲ —- ;  After fixing his mask, his head would turn slowly towards the voice. Instantly upon seeing such a woman who’s appearance, and tone seemed to dictate respect, and attention. For now, He felt as though she was lucky to gain his attention, instead of his artistic vision.

The tone his voice took was, actually terrifying to most, how calm and collected he spoke about one’s death.

          ❝  I get nervous before every performance,                                     but I need that feeling. ❞