#exploring ezreal

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         It was a well-known fact Caitlyn was a stubborn woman. Whenever she set her mind on something, she was SET on that something; no amount of coaxing could convince her otherwise. She wouldn't falter from a mission, and would claw her way through the situation without asking for any sort of help. She considered requesting assistance to be completely out of the question — not to mention a form of failure. Needless to say, when she found herself being asked to do something so far outside of her usual element, the Sheriff was at the mercy of doing the only thing she loathed most: She had to ask for help.

         Her contact from Demacia had a warrant for a criminal that needed apprehending, and considering the situation, thought the Sheriff was the most cut out person for the job. The man, wanted for several crimes of varying degrees, had fled to the far South of Valoran while awaiting his trial. He was believed to have crossed the Shuriman desert, and was hiding out in the thick, unforgiving jungles of the Kumungu. Shurima itself was something Caitlyn could handle, (it wouldn't have been the first time she had crossed the sands in search of an elusive crook) it was the latter that intimidated her. She had never set foot in the jungle before. But, luckily for her, there was one person in particular she knew who had.

         So here she was, Caitlyn Wallace, the shining beacon Sheriff of Piltover, swallowing her pride as she asked that very person for his help. She could only hope he didn't feel her self-imposed shame.

    ❝  The fugitive is named Gale Tueni. Male. Forty-seven. Height, one hundred and eighty-eight centimeters. Weight, seventy-three kilograms. He's of Ionian descent. He's wanted in Demacia for grand theft, two counts of assault, and one count of attempted murder.  ❞

         Caitlyn tossed a leather-bound journal down on her desk, flicking it with her gloved fingertips to the person seated on its side opposite. Upon opening, they would find an extensive file written in the the Sheriff's own intricate hand, denoting every detail from the investigation of the crime. It was a fair amount of information to go through, complete with half a dozen black-and-white photographs, so she decided to leave him to it. Standing to stride over to the floor-length window overlooking Piltover, Caitlyn folded her hands behind her back, sapphire eyes scanning over the city in feigned interest.

    ❝  He was last seen fleeing to the south, toward the Kumungu. He is believed to be hiding out there, waiting for the drama revolving around his escape to blow over. Unfortunately for him, he's not going to get that privilege. I've been asked by our allies to retrieve this man, so he can be brought in to face proper justice. That is where you come in. ❞

         The raven-haired woman paused to clear her throat, willing the next words from her lips. An unnaturally long pause would hang in the air as she gathered her resolve, ❝ I... am in need of some help. Your help, specifically. You're experienced in traversing jungle terrain, are you not? I find myself at a loss for such matters, and kindly ask you to come along with me to be my guide.❞  There. She said it. Caitlyn let out a shaky sigh of relief.

    ❝  I don't expect you to come along for free, of course. Should you accept, I offer half of the criminal's bounty, and I personally will cover the costs of any supplies you feel we will need for the trip. If that isn't good enough, perhaps the added potential opportunity to plunder some indigenous Kumungan ruins would sway your mind. What say you? Will you join me? ❞

         Caitlyn turned to look at the blonde-haired man seated at her desk from over her shoulder, expression inquisitive. She knew Ezreal was a wild one; truly a man with endless ambition and a thirst for adventure. If anyone was both qualified and willing to help, it would be him. Though, the odds were in her favor, she couldn't help but feel nervous as she awaited his response. What if he said no?

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

// don’t throw things at his perfect ass we wouldn’t want to damage it >:O

There were a couple of things that came to mind upon seeing the out-of-place pie. Such things were: Why is there a pie in the axe box? What flavor of pie is it? How did it get here? 

Send me ‘:3c’ if you would punch me my muse in the face if you got the chance.