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He was standing in her apartment room that was quite empty with an envelope in his hand.  He would simply leave the envelope on his bed that was marked with the cat katarina face he had fun drawing in order to provoke her.  The note left and everything else was done.  Gin would leave the room without anything else, disappearing into the knight.

(before Lissandra came along...)

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Riven was at one point promised to a child of the Du Couteau family, at the height of her military career, the poster child of Noxus spent a few months before her campaign to Ionia courting the hands of the general's daughters.

And she managed to hit it off with Katarina, who did not seem to mind her brusque manners and lack of romantic grace. Though they might not have shared a bed, Riven still promised her that she would come back for her after her campaign's end.

> [1/4] So I just walked past you I think, you were slithering around like usual

> [2/4] And was pretty sure there were like

> [3/4] Two of you side by side and I was like

Was it bad enough that he stole her daggers and hid them away?  Was it bad enough that he found some stray, gave it a cat-like appearance, and left it in her apartment?  It wasn't bad enough at all.  In fact, he looked to top this madness full on.  After having carved her face into her own door in the shape of a kitten with whiskers along with the message 'Have the purr-fect day', Gin found himself sitting along in sector one, picking at his nails with one of the stolen daggers.  She would eventually find a trail of metal shards along a given path.  A path that would normally lead her toward him.

The catch was that he had this timed.  By the time she got to the apartment to find the shards, she should be nearing the fourth hour for this sector.  She'd start hunting but the city's shift will throw everything off.  That was the second terrible thing he had in store.  Did that mean he had a third?  Oh yes ... He had a third in waits.  A third little idea that was in store should finally light the fuel he had dosing over this city.  A beautiful plan with disastrous consequences.  He was more than certain he would be fine so long as the woman was still unarmed. 

Finished with his picking, the ex-captain began to twirl the weapon between his fingers as his attention went off in the direction she would be coming from.  He wasn't too far away from where she lived since metal chunks can only travel so far.  He was even certain he'd be able to hear her yell out to him if she was to be that ticked at him.  Really, why was he doing this to this poor woman?  Was he trying to get killed?  Nah.  he had his reasons.  Reasons that wouldn't be mentioned allowed until the right moment.

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"And what would this be?"

The silvery voice came as usual, without precedent, without warning, without mercy. Under the ice-dipped moon, not a creature stirred...except, perhaps, for this mouse.

Sephiroth had noticed her slinking about the streets like a gutter rat several times during his stay in this fanciful city known as the hive. In the beginning, he had dismissed it as the pointless movement of human vermin, nothing to pay close attention to. However, over time, he had found himself noting it again and again, the shrewd focus in the eyes, the trained movements in each step.

This woman reminded him of himself, from when he could have considered himself alive. It was amusing.

But now, something was slightly different. There was a certain tone of enmity in her step, restlessness. She seemed to have found something that irritated her to no end. It was slightly off-putting, and when Sephiroth felt put off, he needed to vent that on something.

So there he stood now, a shadow darker than the deep blackness of the city night. Only his eyes remained, giving off a soft, unending glow of pale green.

"you get used to it.. eventually."