Jayce's Underground Laboratory

Caitlyn looks over at Vi, then shrugs at Jayce, shrugging Vi's shoulder off, and moves close enough to whisper to a level to where only he can hear her. "You can just say no, you know. She won't take it personally...at least I hope she wouldn't. You did say you wanted it to be between the two of us." She shrugs at him. "I'm not going to stop you, though."

"I really expected tighter security, Jayce. I think I'm disappointed." The assassin's gruff voice cut through the conversation at what he could only assume was a lull. It wasn't as though he particularly cared for how socially acceptable his intrusion was, he wasn't even armed.

... Visibly.

A pair of light steps revealed his position as he stepped out of a shadow and into plain sight, arms hanging loosely at his sides, hood down. His hand clutched what could only be described as a helmet, though it was certainly of odd design. He wasn't dressed right either. It was very much like armor, instead of the loose-fitting garb he was usually swaddled in. Yet for as well constructed as the armor was, it was flexible and light, stylish yet functional, ornamented with gold and flares of a rich purple over the matte black that made up the core.

His cape was different as well, blades swaying and tinkling behind him at the end of their royal purple hangings, much more angular and violent looking than anything he'd normally wear. He looked the part of some general, until one looked at his face. His sunken, black ringed eyes told everyone who looked that it had been a great many nights since he'd last slept, but the confident smirk he held seemed to imply that he wasn't here for a fight.

"Do you want there to be a tomorrow, Jayce?" Talon asked, ignoring the rest of the room callously as he passed the helmet from hand to hand

"Then you're no doubt aware that Nocturne is on the loose. A grave misstep by the League, but one I am personally interested in solving." Talon's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, as he peeked over the Defender's shoulder at his guests.

"It's not something I can do without proper equipment, however. I'm sure you understand what that means." Talon couldn't help but laugh slightly as he spoke, bringing the ornate helmet up to hold between them. "I need a way to keep him out of my head and a way to hurt him should he leave the realm of the material. This helmet, as well as this suit, were a gift from a man I respect in every sense of the word. You know the one. However, you'll find that this helmet, while of exquisite craftsmenship, is nothing beyond protection for my skull."

The Noxian offered the helmet to the Piltoverian, as if by way of truce, leaving it there for him to accept before he spoke yet again.

"Nocturne has already struck Demacia. Where he is now, I do not know, but it is not difficult to find someone who leaves a trail of bloody evidence in their wake, " Talon paused and glanced at Caitlyn, giving her a quick once over before continuing, "My reasons are my own, but for every moment he is free, we all risk him murdering more men."

Talon simply shrugged and took a seat, withdrawing his armblade from a nearly unnoticable holster along his thigh, which clicked closed as soon as the weapon was removed. It was not his usual design, thinner and much more finely made. While he relaxed in the man's chair, he busied himself polishing the already gleaming blade, stealing occasional looks at the pair of peacemakers. He had been there longer than any likely noticed, though he hadn't been watching or listening for anything more than a slight pause to reveal himself with.

He hadn't prepared to speak to either but the curious seemed to have a dreadful obsession with questioning darkly dressed people who had committed murder, so he expected a slew of questions from one if not both of the women.

"Why yes, I am, would you like a stab? I'd be happy to oblige, perhaps it would stop you asking such obvious questions." Talon snapped back, returning the glare with an equally icy one of his own. She was a brute, not unlike the others he'd fought- and killed- many times in past.

"Since we're in the mood to judge character, aren't you the notorious bad-girl-turned-good? Touching really. Perhaps they look past your past because you're a girl, but who knows? I don't seem to be free of such scrutiny." Talon was clearly not in the mood to hold back his tongue, even if he was in the mood to stay his blade, tone dripping venom in every way it could. Perhaps it was a trick he'd learned from being around Cassiopeia.

Jayce emerged from his storage room carrying a small badge. He placed it next to the helmet, and then began carving a small hole in the helm.

Tell me, Talon, what might I be able to get out of this?[/color]

As the three Piltover denizens spoke to him, he looked at them in turn. Caitlyn hadn't bothered with a jab, so he saw no reason to do anything but nod and give the tall woman an indescribable look. Perhaps it was out of some twisted, surreal sense of respect, perhaps out of knowledge that he'd done nothing wrong and she had no reason to accost him with cuffs.

Next to speak was Jayce and as it was his home/laboratory, he likely was owed a response. He was asking for payment of some kind, it seemed. "The knowledge that you helped to save innocents from a gory death isn't enough, Jayce? Perhaps you'd like to come with me and assist me as I try and stop Nocturne? You'll have your cut of the glory." Talon offered, though he'd meant to offer it either way. He needed a meat shield anyway.

"... So all of it."

Then Vi spoke, and the girl's haughty nature wriggled its way under Talon's skin, pushing him to step from the couch and approach her, the dark rings under his eyes giving him the look of a madman, as he stood almost nose to nose with her, gaze passing from one of her eyes to the other.

"What's wrong Vee? Afraid I'm cuter than you?" Talon asked, eyebrow rising to add weight to the query.