//Problem in paradise....

[sinister_blade]

I can't believe you are taking that old man to game instead of me.

[Shirogane: HEY! I AIN'T OLD!]

*Ignores*

What am I? A spare? Do you have a death wish, stupid summoner?! I will NOT play second best for you, got it?!

Do NOT talk to me.

Katarina.

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[tidal_trickster]

Not everyone can be the best like I am.

[Fizz giggles.]

[sinister_blade]

[Stops in mid-rant. What?]

Keep dreaming, fish.

[tidal_trickster]

I don't need to dream! I can just throw a fish in your face.

[sinister_blade]

... [You serious? She ain't afraid of small fish.] Of course you can. [Feel the sarcasm of a Noxian.]

[tidal_trickster]

[Noxians don't know about them dragon-sharks. Fizz just jumps up on his trident and dangles a fish in front of Katarina's face. It's a smelly fish.]

[sinister_blade]

[Scrunches nose at him, glaring, and shunpo's behind him, kicking him forward with her heel, arms crossed.]

[tidal_trickster]

[Fizz didn't expect that to happen at all. He's just going top get up, make a sour face, and stick his tongue out at the Noxian.]

[sinister_blade]

[Huffs.] Kid. What are you doing here anyway?

[tidal_trickster]

[Fizz pouts and is childishly silent for a few moments.]

...My summoner bought me here.

[sinister_blade]

Of course he did. Did he tell you why?

[tidal_trickster]

[Fizz scratches the back of his head.]

...I forgot if he did.

[foxfiring]

Oh my.~

[Ahri giggles.]

It looks like I'm not the only one who's had problems.

[sinister_blade]

[Ahri, this is not funny 8l ]

While your summoner was in doubt of choosing, mine had flatly refused to do anything with me.

[foxfiring]

But I was chosen in the end.

Maybe they'd be more inclined to do something with you if you weren't so grumpy.~

[sinister_blade]

She choose 500 year old ghost over ME with no discussion what so ever!

[She is refusing to accept that fact.]

And I am not grumpy. I didn't complain when she--- [Okay, that's not for public. Making it short-] --- when she made me do stuff that I usually wouldn't do. And I get THIS in return?!

[foxfiring]

Who's the ghost?

[Resistance is futile.~ And she's totally smirking at that.]

Maybe you didn't perform well enough.~

[sinister_blade]

Some guy named Shirogane. He didn't even DO anything to get to go to the game.

[Arhi, that last statement is making her furious...]

...Are you doubting me?

[foxfiring]

Have you been stalking him?

Well, they do tend to choose the superior specimens...

[sinister_blade]

We share same head-space. I do not need to stalk him.

How is a GHOST superior specimen?!

[foxfiring]

As a fellow assassin, I'm disappointed.~

[She shrugs.]

He obviously impressed your mundane more than you.

[sinister_blade]

[She's gonna go and brood on the couch, slicing it with her blade bit by bit]

The only thing that's comforting me is that he is not Garen. [If he was, she would either kill him or herself.]

[foxfiring]

[Ahri would pat her on the shoulder, but going into melee range is out of the question.]

Practice makes perfect.~

[sinister_blade]

[Yes, getting close to Katarina at the moment might prove dangerous.]

I don't need practice. My summoner needs to stop being whimpy and picking drop-out people.

[foxfiring]

Maybe your summoner just has bad taste.

[sinister_blade]

Yes. She certainly does, amongst the other things.

[foxfiring]

Other things?

[fearthewild]

Surely your summoner knows its only a matter of time before the fittest muse survives. It's a law of nature, after all.

The old ghost has had his time. The young and the strong emerge on top.

[sinister_blade]

You don't need to tell me that. Tell that to her... *stabs the floor repeatedly with dagger*

[fearthewild]

So be it. I'm telling your summoner now, this desert flower is ready to bloom. Perhaps it's also due time for this flower to strike with deadly thorns, as well. Lethal, lovely things the flora of the jungle are. Zyra is living proof of that.

[lostandforgotten]

Perhaps your summoner appreciates... Experience.

[sinister_blade]

He had his share of experience. I want MINE.

[lostandforgotten]

Then you must go after it. Talk is... Worth little.